Is that a fact?

They made me laugh. And had me crying. Feeling stupid, fearful, furious, and jealous. Because I trust they’re lying. I find their jokes, quotable. And their quotes, notable. Never burdened by the fact it’s a bunch of bull.

It doesn’t matter what they look like. Makes no difference where they’re from. Their gender is a relevant. As is their religion, net worth, and age. I’m only drawn to what they’ve penned to page. And thereafter the pen names. Of those imaginations I’ve found ageless.