Well, I Don't Know About You But

I Met A Genius On The Train Today About 6 Years Old, He Sat Beside Me And As The Train Ran Down Along The Coast We Came To The Ocean And Then He Looked At Me And Said, It’s Not Pretty.

The Writing's Easy, It's The Living That Is Sometimes Difficult.

To Not To Have Entirely Wasted One’s Life Seems To Be A Worthy Accomplishment, If Only For Myself.

I Can See Where Creation Often Stops While The Body Still Lives And Often Does Not Care To. The Death Of Life Before Life Dies.

You Just Rebel Against Everything. How Are You Going To Survive? I Don't Know. I'm Already Tired.