I've Finally Tapped Into That Spirit Of

All Deaths Are Hateful To Miserable Mortals, But The Most Pitiable Death Of All Is To Starve.

After The Event, Even A Fool Is Wise.

Guns Aren't Toys! They're For Family Protection, Hunting Dangerous Or Delicious Animals, And Keeping The King Of England Out Of Your Face!

The Sun Rose On The Flawless Brimming Sea Into A Sky All Brazen-all One Brightening For Gods Immortal And For Mortal Men On Plowlands Kind With Grain.

I Didn't Lie! I Just Created Fiction With My Mouth!