Mother Goose Is On The Loose, Stealing

Some People Never Get Their Feet On The Ground, They're Either Sitting In A Chair Or Theyre Laying Down.

So Good To Be Alive When The Eulogies Are Read.

The Final Story, The Final Chapter Of Western Man, I Believe, Lies In Los Angeles.

Evil Is Done In Hopes That Evil Surrenders, But The Deeds Of The Devil Are Burned Too Deep In The Embers, And World Of Hunger In Vengeance Will Always Remember.

Does Defending Liberalism Leave You Friendless And Perhaps Wondering About Your Breath?