When You Name Yourself, You Always Name

Here Today We Huddle Tight As The Darkest Heathens Might The Snow Falls Chilly On Our Skin The Snow Is Forcing Its Way In. Hush, Snow, Come In With Us To Dwell: We Were Thrown Out By Heaven As Well.

The Storm That Bends The Birch Trees Is Held To Be Violent But How About The Storm That Bends The Backs Of The Roadworkers?

He Who Fights, Can Lose. He Who Doesn't Fight, Has Already Lost.

Love Is Also Like A Coconut Which Is Good While It Is Fresh, But You Have To Spit It Out When The Juice Is Gone, What's Left Tastes Bitter.

If You Wan To Steal Money, Don't Rob A Bank - Open One.