We Live And We Die And Anything

We Kind Of Deny The Stages Of Life.

The Avant-garde In Every Field Consists Of The Lonely, The Friendless, The Uninvited. All Progress Is The Product Of The Unpopular.

I Am The Cause Of All My Upsets. I Am My Worst Enemy.

Worker Bees Can Leave. Even Drones Can Fly Away. The Queen Is Their Slave.

I'm Sorry If This All Seems A Little Rushed And Desperate. It Is.