I Mean, When The World Comes For

Fantasy Was Always Only A Reality Waiting To Be Switched On.

I Have Nothing To Say For Myself, Only That I Have Always Tried To Make This Earth A Little Bit Better

He Paused, Twisting His Goatee, Considering The Law In Deuteronomy That Forbade Clothes With Mixed Fibers. A Problematic Bit Of Scripture. A Matter That Required Thought. "only The Devil Wants Man To Have A Wide Range Of Lightweight And Comfortable Styles To Choose From," He Murmured At Last, Trying Out A New Proverb. "although There May Be No Forgiveness For Polyester. On This One Matter, Satan And The Lord Are In Agreement.

All The World Is Made Of Music. We Are All Strings On A Lyre. We Resonate. We Sing Together.

The Difference Between Childhood And Adulthood, Vic Had Come To Believe, Was The Difference Between Imagination And Resignation. You Traded One For The Other And Lost Your Way.