You Spend Your Entire Life Becoming God

You Can't Be Beautiful," Brandy Says About A Thousand Times, "until You Feel Beautiful.

Either A Species Learns To Control Its Own Population, Or Something Like Disease, Famine, War, Will Take Care Of The Issue.

For Sure, They Don't Teach You This In History Class, But In Colonial Times, The Person Who Got Left In The Stocks Overnight Was Nothing Less Than Fair Game For Everybody To Nail. Men Or Women, Anybody Bent Over Had No Way Of Knowing Who Was Doing The Ram Job, And This Was The Real Reason You Never Wanted To End Up Here Unless You Had A Family Member Or A Friend Who'd Stand With You The Whole Time. To Protect You. To Watch Your Ass, For Real.

As The Child Outlives The Father,so Must The Character Bury The Author.

Maybe Self-improvement Isn't The Answer, Maybe Self-destruction Is The Answer.