Memory Is The Basis Of Every Journey.

There Seems To Be No Air In The Air She Breaths.

So What He Supposed To Do? Grab Bobbie's Ax And Make Like Jack Nicholson In The Shinning? He Could See It. Smash, Crash, Bash: Heeeeeeere's Gardener!

In Small Towns People Scent The Wind With Noses Of Uncommon Keenness.

...they Came To See What Happened To Their Town, To See If It Was Indeed Lying Burnt And Bleeding. Many Of Them Also Came To Die.

Even The Company Of The Mad Was Better Than The Company Of The Dead.