The Only Good Enemy Is A Dead

People Go Away And They Don't Come Back.

Truth Could Be Violent, Could Strip You Of Dignity And Hope Just As Quickly As A Gun.

Love Mattered, In The End. A House Without Love Would Always Fall, Maybe Not Today Or Tomorrow, But In The End Without Love Nothing Could Endure.

My Writing Style Is Very Sensual, As In Sensory Detail

My Father Had Taught Me To Be Nice First, Because You Can Always Be Mean Later, But Once You've Been Mean To Someone, They Won't Believe The Nice Anymore. So Be Nice, Be Nice, Until It's Time To Stop Being Nice, Then Destroy Them.