I'm An F-18, Bro, And I Will

Defeat Is Not An Option. Period. The End.

I’m Done With The Winning Cause I’ve Already Won.

Sometimes The Right Choice Seems Great At The Moment, But Then Suddenly It's As If Somebody Detonated A Suicide Bomb.

Resentments Are The Rocket Fuel That Lives In The Tip Of My Saber.

I've Spent, I Think, Close To The Last Decade Effortlessly And Magically Converting Your Tin Cans Into Pure Gold.