My subconscious feelings pour onto the page, and what I think of my reality when I'm not worrying about the scientific details. However, this raw truth can only occur in a universe created by two old-school scientists without a single creative bone in their body, and a financially struggling twenty-something poet. This guy, all he has is creativity - but when building a universe with the two most esteemed scientists in the Vacuum (they were the only ones, you see), he made everything go a little ... out of hand.
Stay catty,
Groovecat.