The Prospect Of Change Is A Many-fanged

I Am Convinced By The Events Of The Last Few Weeks That Nefarious Forces Of People--unidentified But No Less Real--are Threatening Life As We Know It, And In Fact, May Be Bent On Unraveling The Very Fabric Of Our Existence.

He Was A Writer And Words Were His Weapons.

Love Is Not Something You Think About, It Is A State In Which You Dwell

Angels Are Just Pretty Insects.

Enchantment And Seduction Were Fine Means Of Persuasion, But When Time Is Short, An Awkward But Quick Concussion Could Better Serve A Girl's Purpose.