Ghosts aren't real. Or so we were told from a very young age, on those dark sleepless nights when something nameless was keeping us awake.

Or do they really roam the dark forests and swim through the murkey waters, living their secretive existaces, not caring whether we believe in them or not?

Legends die hard. They survive as truth rarely does.

These stories come from our pasts and will extend in some form or another far into our futures. To know them is to realize that there is more to our land than the thin stuff we find in newspapers and on TV.

Be careful about reading health books. You may die of a misprint.

Dear Santa,

Define "good"

To conquer death
You only have to die

We're only liars, but we're the best

You only hold me up like this
Cause you don't know who I really am

We're only good cause you can have almost famous friends