The End Of Exile Is The End

Home Is Where The Heart Is And Hence A Movable Feast.

The Child's Laughter Is Pure Until He First Laughs At A Clown.

Is Not This World An Illusion? And Yet It Fools Everybody.

With That, The Poignant Charm Vanished. Inside The Fifth Machine, All Was Rampant Malignity. Deformed Flowers Thrust Monstrous Horned Tusks And Trumpets Ending In Blaring Teeth Through The Crimson Walls, Rending Them; The Ravenous Garden Slavered Over Its Prey And Every Brick Was Shown In The Act Of Falling. Amid The Violence Of This Transformation, The Oblivion Of The Embrace Went On. The Awakened Girl, In All Her Youthful Loveliness, Still Clasped In The Arms Of A Lover From Whom All The Flesh Had Fallen. He Was A Grinning Skeleton.

That Is What I'm Looking Forward To The Most, Practical Learning. I Want To Be A Registered Nurse So Getting To Talk To People Who Already Work In Those Jobs Can Really Teach Me What To Expect When I Get Out In The Real World.