Not to name-drop or anything, but my Grandfather is the large boulder right under Roosevelt. Kind of to the right a little bit.

It was a nice chat. We tried to figure out why the grass is always greener on the other side. We failed.

Can a pebble get stoned?

Sometimes I dream that the world is fair and just.

When a unicorn farts, I bet it smells like bananas and strawberries. I would be willing to put money on it.

Don't pull the strings or your life might unravel.

Someone pushed me down a hill once. I wobbled really fast then.

Now... Not so much.

Words are unbreakable if written in Helvetica bold.

I drew a new friend on a Post-It note.

I cannot let go of what sets me free.

I'm happy I live in a free country that allows me to be whatever I want. Even if it is a little gray pebble that likes potato chips. #Egypt

I always win at the game of 'Rock-Paper-Scissors'.

Unless someone picks 'paper'. Then I don't. But no one ever picks paper.

I must behave now, I am no longer talking to the walls.

Listen to the music of penguins.

Driftwood that resembles a person I find hold the best conversations.

Listening to the stories being told by the breeze is magical.

This place can be kind of scary when you are all alone.

Where am I?

I take comfort in the fact that everyone is just as crazy as myself.

I tossed a feather today and it landed on the sun.