The Desert Adapts. The People Adapt. Live.

Wold Domination Is Exhausting And Cliche. People Ought To Just Focus On Being Individual Responsible Citizens Of The Earth Instead Of Assholes.

So This Chocolate Princess. Her Knight In Shining Armor Is The Easter Bunny.

Who Else Would Find Me At Just This Moment? First He Found Me Drunk, Now He Found Me Cleaning Up Poo From A Barking Pony Who Was About To Go Into Attack Mode.

It's The Great Male Fantasy-all It Takes Is One Dance To Know That She's The One. All It Takes Is The Sound Of Her Song From The Tower, Or A Look At Her Sleeping Face. And Right Away You Know-this Is The Girl In Your Head, Sleeping Or Dancing Or Singing In Front Of You. Yes, Girls Want Princes, But Boys Want Their Princesses Just As Much.

The Humans Create Life, And Senselessly Cause Death. For Nothing.