Even If You Are Not Ready For

I Swear To Keep The Dead Upon My Mind, / Disdain For All Time To Be Overglad.

There Are No Magics Or Elves / Or Timely Godmothers To Guide Us. We Are Lost, Must / Wizard A Track Through Our Own Screaming Weed.

Good Health Is A Duty To Yourself, To Your Contemporaries, To Your Inheritors, To The Progress Of The World.

I Am Interested In Telling My Particular Truth As I Have Seen It.

First Fight. Then Fiddle.