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No One Thinks Of Winter When The Grass Is Green.

When You're Wounded And Left On Afghanistan's Plains, And The Women Come Out To Cut Up What Remains, Jest Roll To Your Rifle And Blow Out Your Brains And Go To Your Gawd Like A Soldier.

We're All Islands Shouting Lies To Each Other Across Seas Of Misunderstanding.

More Men Are Killed By Overwork Than The Importance Of The World Justifies.

There Aren't Twelve-hundred People In The World Who Understand Pictures. The Others Pretend And Don't Care.