I Stumble Through A Carnival Of Horrors

I Saw Finally The Futility Of All These Gestures, That Witchcraft Is But A Matter Of Focus-that One Cann Apply One's Fierce And Immeasurable Energies To An Act Of Choice.

All The Mortal World Is A Lethal Enemy During Those Hours Between Dawn And Dusk.

What If I Could Give You Your Life Back; Pluck Out The Pain; And Give You A World Of Unimaginable Beauty That Would Be For All Time.

You Are Alone When Something Like This Happens. Doesn't Matter How Many People Love You And Want To Help You. You Are Alone. When Marchent Died, She Was Alone.

Everything We Do In Life, We Do With Certain Expectations.