Key nose picker is aimed at the Kremlin, ready for action?

In a war end, doesn't it get crazy from a civilian perspective. That sanity can not hold at some point.. or I have no idea what I am talking about. Yet I can't do singing in the blood, instead of singing in the rain. Oh what a glorious feeling I'm happy again!

Sliding off silicon streets covered in blood, wishing for impossible missions, that I surprise them, in silicon hell, never more to dwell, never, never, due to screwed misuse, I have new steps to take, can't end the hate alone, no sunshine in violence or confusion. Rainy days here I come.

Foxes to prove too smart for the Russian Generals as animals prepare to counter attack!

Rats and mice to lead angry wild animals into Russia!

Wild animals escaping flood waters to cause problems for Russian's who have what they want.

The sound of hearts on the battle field.

I have a love of many things, including avocados.

Night holds the sanity stars, leap into action at local pubs and bars, all light and fun, thanks to the dissapearing sun.

The first nothing I ever met sat in the back of the room, as if to fade into the wall behind her. Yet she was preparing to inch her chair in my direction, or perhaps just my imagination. I think I shall make a mountain, climb one and just sit and contemplate why and why nots?

The spite grows nothing, no sunshine, not tears, or laughs or silicon.