Mad World goes to a point.

I don't run into trees walking down the street, but drunk angels dreaming of justice in a world of fading lights and sometimes I enjoy this company, peaceful, the weirdly angry, till help is coming.

Birds arrive with a secret.

Frail pathetic's pushed by their mud and mortor, screaming down halls with zombie screw, can wobble in frenzy desperate as nothing is nothing, ahead on the snow blind hills, sand crystals glowing in their nowhere.

War analysis: It appears that the Ukraine people are mobilized in function. You could say very able military. Very functional, modern, recent modern. I don't exactly understand. Yep.

There is more about Jews then a flawed Israel!

My favorite!

Truth is somehow made.