I was born in Texas with a genetic spelling disorder that I inherited from my father. So I not only talk and write like a southerner, but I spell like crap. But remember, Don't mess with Texas, and we won't mess with you.
Russets and tangerine shades of old gold flushing the very outside edge of the senses ... deep shining ochres, burnt umber and parchments of baked earth—reflecting on itself and through itself, filtering the light. — Guildenstern (Rosencrantz & Guildenstern Are Dead by Tom Stoppard)