Boys Are The Cash Of War.

The Classroom Should Be An Entrance Into The World, Not An Escape From It.

Let Our Love Be Like An Arch- Two Weaknesses Leaning Together To Form One Strength.

I'm Smiled Out, Talked Out, Quipped Out, Socialized So Far From Any Being, I Need The Weight Of Mortal Silences To Get Realized Back Into Myself.

Written By A Sponge Dipped In Warm Milk And Sprinkled With Sugar.

The Reader Deserves An Honest Opinion. If He Doesn't Deserve It, Give It To Him Anyhow.