Sarcasm... The Protest Of Those Who Are

What I Mean Is, I Love Winter, And When You Really Love Something, Then It Loves You Back, In Whatever Way It Has To Love.

Sarcasm Is The Protest Of The Weak.

I Did No Know Everything There Was To Know About Myself, And Knew That I Did Not Know It.

I Never Killed Anybody And I Never Developed An Intense Level Of Hatred For The Enemy. Because My War Ended Before I Ever Put On A Uniform; I Was On Active Duty All My Time At School; I Killed My Enemy There.

Nothing Endures. Not A Tree. Not Love. Not Even Death By Violence.