A collection of my writing from many years ago. Obviously if you'd like permission to use my work, drop me a line.
Inside my navel is a very tiny village. Inside this village there are very tiny people. These people are called Mr and Mrs Fluff and they have a baby called Babba Fluff. They all like it in the summer because then I can wear crop tops and they can catch a tan. But they don't like bathtime, because they lost their doggy last time in the flood...
''Never look down on anybody, unless you're going to pick them up''
''I'd rather be hated for who I am than loved for who I am not''
''At your best you are love''