Yes I am busy is true. Some might say restless, no. I think it is medical because I'll admit this secret I've been hiding: I have low blood preasure! I cofess!

Stretch and scratch!

Give him to the Russians!

And there she goes.

I like cats because they are the original hipsters.

What is war? Seems like we all know of paridise that never was, as time passes atrocities happen, some people laugh them off, its not me getting blown up, is not true, mutual destructions occur, creation is defered and defered, can you hear the sound of hoofs, no you are too full of pastries, the hoofs get closer, then they are at your door, war is not dead, not yet, so then you stupidly await, the world almost asleep inside a mirror of vanity, false Gods, and spectacle.

Should the thrill begone, yes it should, when your blood is cold as ice, and you see an ocean roar like a lion, and it seems too much, and nothing really comes in fulfillment, a cloud parts open, old memories forgoten return, and the curtian falls as it burns.