Wwii Was, Without Exaggeration, The Biggest Event

It Was Hard Not To Be Full Of Hope

They Say That In The Hour Before An Earthquake The Clouds Hang Leaden In The Sky, The Winds Slows To A Hot Breath, And The Birds Fall Quiet In The Trees Of The Town Square. Yes But These Are The Same Portents That Precede Lunchtime, Frankly.

Sad Words Are Just Another Beauty. A Sad Story Means, This Storyteller Is Alive

Life Is Extremely Short And You Cannot Dance To Current Affairs.

In My World Death Will Come Chasing. In Your World It Will Start Whispering In Your Ear To Destroy Yourself. I Know This Because It Started Whispering To Me When I Was In The Detention Center.