Cards are war, in disguise of a sport.
Anything awful makes me laugh. I misbehaved once at a funeral.
We encourage one another in mediocrity.
The harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls As if that soul were fled. So sleeps the pride of former days, So glory's thrill is o'er; And hearts that once beat high for praise Now feel that pulse no more.
Let us live for the beauty of our own reality.
Pain is life - the sharper, the more evidence of life.