Memory Has A Heavy Backspin, Yet It’s

She Wanted To Tell Him So Mach, On The Tarmac, The Day He Left. The World Is Run By Brutal Men And The Surest Proof Is Their Armies. If They Ask You To Stand Still, You Should Dance. If They Ask You To Burn The Flag, Wave It. If They Ask You To Murder, Re-create.

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I Sit There Thinking About How Much Courage It Takes To Live An Ordinary Life.

Memory Has A Heavy Backspin, Yet It’s Still Impossible To Land Exactly Where We Took Off.

What Was A Life Anyway? An Accumulation Of Small Shelves Of Incident.