Damn description, it is always disgusting.
And I would hear yet once before I perish The voice which was my music... Speak to me!
Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep.
Well, well, the world must turn upon its axis, And all mankind turn with it, heads or tails, And live and die, make love and pay our taxes, And as the veering winds shift, shift our sails.
Liberty - eternal spirit of the chainless mind
Let none think to fly the danger for soon or late love is his own avenger.