We are made strong when the long voyage is married by a most repulsive
-“Never have I ever”- (I’m going to take this shot now)
social suicide disguised in your own hand holding the matrimonial loaded gun.
A mile away, Not far from the place where I buried all my regrets, was the rough rugged coast of Sicily; Resting, laying down somewhere beyond the beach, no longer scrambling about, or searching to do more.
I, on the other hand, Was startled as though in great Danger.
In the distance, A hatchet could be heard screaming in the deepest of tides.
It was then, in the rippled reflections, I saw my powerful, most terrible enemy.
We who are born in our minuscule cradle in the cosmos see monsters. We see monsters in our cradle having been born with us. We see monsters coming at us from below. We see monsters in the great beyond. We
O Girls, O Women, Be Aware Mental Perverts are roaming everywhere , here and there, Their Outer Appearance resembles like a human being, but they are far from human and most WILDER then Wild Animals. So it makes most difficult
We live in two different planes of existence. We travel two different paths within those planes. Our paths cross on both but unite in neither. By day we live in one plane where we work, we provide, we survive. We
Ail, What we did to earth? Before The births, we took the lives, Ceasing the smiles, we ruined the hopes. deny the past, lets demand peace. Erase the scars of our wicked strokes. Find the light hidden inside. Gold dust