You Know, Bad People, I've Never Seen

My Master's Degree Was In English Literature.

The Weeds Keep Multiplying In Our Garden, Which Is Our Mind Ruled By Fear. Rip Them Out And Call Them By Name.

Death Is The Graduation Of The Soul

Everyone Dreams, But Not Everybody Remembers Their Dreams Because Some People Go Into Delta; They Go Too Low.

Death Is The Reward For Living