And The Reason That I Laugh And

Let Must Or If Be Damned With Whomever's Afraid Down With Ought With Because With Every Brain Which Thinks It Thinks, Nor Dares To Feel.

Nobody Loses All The Time.

By The Way, A Gendarme Assured Me This Is Not A Prison.

Writingis An Art; And Artistsare Human Beings. As A Human Being Stands, So A Human Being Is

What If A Dawn Of A Doom Of A Dream Bites This Universe In Two, Peels Forever Out Of His Grave, And Sprinkles Nowhere With Me And You?