How Can I Shed Tears For A

Poppies Bleed Petals Of Sheer Excess. You And I, This Sweet Battle Ground.

If Sinners Where So Unhappy, Why Would They Prefer Their Suffering? But Now I Knew Why. Without My Wounds, Who Was I?

At Least If You Were Ignorant You Could Do Wat You Wanted. You Had No Idea Wat Had Been Acheived In The Past. You Were Free Instead Of Chewed At By Bleeding Impotence, Dissolved Away Like A Pearl In Acid

As A Person With Terrible Handwriting, I Love The Computer. I've Waited All My Life For The Computer.

Find Someone Who Will Tremble For Your Touch, Someone Whose Fingers Are A Poem.