You Know Reviewers, They Are The Wind

It Kills You To See Them Grow Up. But I Guess It Would Kill You Quicker If They Didn't.

Every Life Is Different Because You Passed This Way And Touched History.

Like Daniel She Enteres The Lions' Den, But Lacking Daniel's Pure And Unblemished Soul, Ada Is Spiced With The Flavors Of Vice That Make For A Tasty Meal. Pure And Unblemished Souls Must Taste Very Bland, With An Aftertaste Of Bitterness.

Forgive Me, O Heavenly Father, According To The Multitude Of Thy Mercies. I Have Lusted In My Heart To Break A Man's Skull And Scatter The Stench Of His Brains Across Several People's Back Yards.

From The Fallen Tree Everybody Makes Firewood.