To Fate And The Strange Way That

Fine, You Do That, And You Tell Them That At The Very First Opportunity, I'm Coming Down There And Killing All Of Them. Mass Murder. And After They're All Dead, I'm Going To Kick The Bodies Around, Dance On Top Of Them, And Sing A Happy Song. No Jury Will Convict Me.

Man.god.roarke. An Interesting And Flattering Lineup.

The Tune Was Sad, As The Best Of Ireland Was, Melancholy And Lovely As A Lover's Tears.

I Do Not Feel Obliged In My Reading. I Read To Be Entertained And To Relax, And To Go Into Another World, Not Because It's Good For Me.

It Does Not Make You Less Of A Woman To Need A Man. To Need One To Exist, Yes, This Is Nonsense. To Need One To Give One Scope And Importance, This Is Dishonest. But To Need A Man, One Man, To Bring Joy And Passion? This Is Life