The Whims Of Youth Break All The

The Windy Satisfaction Of The Tongue.

He Knew The Things That Were And The Things That Would Be And The Things That Had Been Before.

...like That Star Of The Waning Summer Who Beyond All Stars Rises Bathed In The Ocean Stream To Glitter In Brilliance.

Even His Griefs Are A Joy Long After To One That Remembers All That He Wrought And Endured.

I'm A White Male, Age 18 To 49. Everyone Listens To Me, No Matter How Dumb My Suggestions Are.