The Stars, They Are As

The Only Death I Fear Is Dying Ignorant.

If All We Seek Is An Escape, What Does That Say About The World We Live In? That Village, That City, That Life? We Are Desperate With Our Dreams. What - Oh, What - Does That Say?

Your Brain Works With All The Subtlety Of A Malicious Child.

And Over It All, The Butterflies Swarmed, Like A Million Yellow-pettalled Flowers Dancing On Swirling Winds.

Ambition Is Not A Dirty Word. Piss On Compromise. Go For The Throat.