She Bestowed The Blessing Of A Wild

If You Tell Them What They Want To Hear, They Don't Bother To Try To See.

She's No Beauty, Mate

But The Past Cannot Be Changed, And We Carry Our Choices With Us, Forward, Into The Unknown. We Can Only Move On.

Oh, Sure. Of Course, They Say Now That We’ve Got Freud And The Motorcar, God Is Dead.” “he’s Not Dead; Just Very Tired.

Sometimes We Seek That Which We Are Not Yet Ready To Find.