Young Writers Society

Camulaeus

I was born in the cold, now I exist in the warmth.

Writing(duh), reading, day-dreaming, procrastinating, fiddling and listening to music.

The recorder of the ramblings of the mad man known as my brain.

Some twenty years from now, users will ask a similar question about world famous Chicken poetry and Google will tell them about alliyah.
— Hkumar