Or, rather, “my blog world,” which hereafter will be referred to by the catchy name of “my blorld.” A world in which anything can happen, day, or night. A world of pure imagination, where the raspberries taste like raspberries and the schnozzberries taste like schnozzberries. For we are the music makers, and we are the dreamers of dreams . . . Now do your English homework, ok? That’s where the dreams start.
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