Hostile Takeover Of Payroll

[Redtimbre]

I like sound.

I like sound the way most writers like stories. You see the words and you read them in your head and despite the silent chemical reactions, those words are translated into silent sounds.

I challenge you to think of words without the sound of your internal tongue. And, throw that slice of reality out the window:

Because I challenge you to dream up a thing - any thing - with that big, bulbous imagination of yours, that isn't the composite of two or more things you've experienced with your empirical senses.

Mountains of gold,
Unicorns,
Light Sabers,
A world where flint lock pistols aren't cool:

It's basic math:

Mountains + Gold,
Horses + Horns,
Swords - blades + Lasers,
Reality - Flint Lock Pistols.

What I'm trying to say is that my name is Vic. I don't always know - or care to know - what it is that I'm doing. I just know that there's rules and then there's guidelines. We can't change some of the rules: but, if you don't mind -

I'd like to invite you to come color with me outside of the lines.