Oh how I hate people!
The Earth swirls down through the ominous moons of preconsidered generations.
There is a brotherhood among the kindly- Closer and defter and more integral- Than any of aisle or coven- For love rang out before the chapel bell
He saw in happiness the seeds of independence, and in independence the seeds of revolt.
Yet not with all of me am I in love. Too much of my own quietness is with me.
Something to remember, that: cats for missiles.