Men's Memories Are Uncertain And The Past

War Is The Ultimate Game Because War Is At Last A Forcing Of The Unity Of Existence. War Is God.

All The Time You Spend Tryin To Get Back What's Been Took From You There's More Goin Out The Door. After A While You Just Try And Get A Tourniquet On It.

They Watched Storms Out There So Distant They Could Not Be Heard, The Silent Lightning Flaring Sheetwise And The Thin Black Spine Of The Mountain Chain Fluttering And Sucked Away Again In The Dark. They Saw Wild Horses Racing On The Plain, Pounding Their Shadows Down The Night And- Leaving In The Moonlight A Vaporous Dust Like The Palest Stain Of Their Passing.

I Was Afraid I Was Goin To Die And Then I Was Afraid I Wasnt.

You Forget What You Want To Remember, And You Remember What You Want To Forget.