I crawled up the stairs in search of the stars, they seemed so bright, for I wanted one to eat, the brightest in the sky. Wings of hope took me high, past clouds, beyond sound,, into silence, with the dead near, though not so alone, fallen snow in the frost of gone, I pass the time.

Fierce fighters can fight like hell.

History is repeating sorta.

Its the end of the war..

The pot heads failed to form a union. It meant them having to do something. They just weren't that into it.

I actualy have military rank, and it's not just the poetry.

Now that we know how weird reality is, are phycists going to return to unreal physics?

There will be no ISIS zombies to join Hamas. They are not going to protect you.

When I respond to big things I imagine giving up my personality to be very correct, then I say that would be wrong, this is my voice, and many know the kind of language and expression is me.

Some positive feedback has made its way to me in recent weeks. I enjoy that.