No more wasting time.

Man is not meant for circus.

You want to work away from war, stop the violence, then talk when sanity comes back. You can't fight at the same time. Impossible.

Everyland is in a maze, people stuck in corners, some angry over nothing, leaping around like spring bunnies, its a land of sugar and wine, everyone seems happy, acts like the future has arrived, you can see it in their glazed eyes, everyone is taking sides, and heaven is floating away on a cloud, sick of this land of clowns.

Green with envy!

Mace has a voice.

Her hair was mostly green and her limo was all black. She would not let anyone in. She said it was sacred and reserved for an angel. But no angel came, it was gray and shadowy. Thunder and lightning were in the distance. Could it be the end of time. Her watch was broken and spun like mad. "It is too soon to tell!" she wailed.

Mouse was staring up at the rafters as if monsters were lurking about. Only his eyes could be seen and he thought himself invisible. Monsters were somewhere.

Savage people move about in crowds, nothing is said, nobody is hurt. The Tall Thin Man arrives with his violin and he makes them dance into a frenzy.

Americans are ready for the next super successful career in AI, but the dream is fuzzy.

ZOMBIES ARE JUST FRIENDS YOU HAVEN'T MET YET!