Don't Believe Everything You Hear Today

The Language Of Sin Was Universal, The Original Esperanto.

Don't Mourn, Organise

It Was Something... The Way A Person's Life Picked Up Speed, The Way A Life Was Like A Bullet Aimed At One Final Target, Impossible To Slow Or Turn Aside, And Like The Bullet, You Were Ignorant Of What You Were Going To Hit, Would Never Know Anything Except The Rush And The Impact.

You Know Someone For A While And Then One Day A Hole Opens Underneath Them, And They Fall Out Of Your World.

I Will Die Like A True-blue Rebel. Don't Waste Any Time In Mourning - Organize.