Ka Works And The World Moves On.

The Color White Is The Absence Of Memory.

Later, Going Home, I Realized They Didn't Look Alike At All; What Made Them Seem To Was The Aftermath Of Stress And The Lingering Of Sorrow. It's Strange How Pain Marks Our Faces, And Makes Us Look Like Family.

If You Intend To Write As Truthfully As You Can, Your Days As A Member Of Polite Society Are Numbered.

No Matter How Many Times You Shake It The Last Drop Always Ends Up In Your Pants

Maybe There's A Whole Other Universe Where A Square Moon Rises In The Sky, And The Stars Laugh In Cold Voices, And Some Of The Triangles Have Four Sides, And Some Have Five, And Some Have Five Raised To The Fifth Power Of Sides. In This Universe There Might Grow Roses Which Sing. Everything Leads To Everything.