I Want A Busy Life, A Just

Affection Makes Your Spirit Slither Out From Its Concealing Spot.

She Had Waited All Her Life For Something, And It Had Killed Her When It Found Her.

I Know That Nothing Is Destructible; Things Merely Change Forms.

To Me, Bitterness Is The Under-arm Odor Of Wishful Weakness. It Is The Graceless Acknowledgment Of Defeat.

Work Is The Nearest Thing To Happiness That I Can Find.