Learning (shakespeare's Plays) ...in School Was A

To Be Really Obvious About Something, If Somebody Straps An M1 On Your Shoulder And Throws You In Iraq, You're Going To Get A Sense Of What The Hell's Going On There. Boy, You'll Wake Up Fast When Bullets Are Flying Over Your Head.

[salomaybe] Is My Presentation, My Vision Of The World. Not So Much To Satisfy The Audience At Large.

It Turned Out That Time Doesn't Heal The Wound , But In Its So Merciful Way , Blunts The Edges Ever So Slightly

All Due Respect, And Trying To Be As Modest As I Can Be: I Am A Dancer.

There Is No Happiness. There Is Only Concentration.