Some fools fall into holes.

This is just for starters, next who knows, what vengence, flying saucers in the night, the fight the fight the fight, flashing red siren lights, the wheels spin, the cowards must face the long cold mirror of themselves.

The hunger of desire takes a good thing and makes things a plenty, for gorging like zombies do, a feast in the jungle, sold for cheap.

Break your enemies when they break water.

I prefer a persistant jack ass to trail me around so I can lead it into a maze of flowers and then stone it to death, just because the world needs more horses and less people...

Notice the fool.

Trouble can blow away and the liars clubs.

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!