Monster death machines roll the invaders out of the nation already rising in splendor. We the unstoppables, we who fight for freedom, against the currents that must cease, to fall to waste, to be devastated in future present, take destiny as a cake, too much.

The next war is this:

If you write poetry you must..

The over love lord.

The super liberals.

How to survive Russia as a tourist.

News Flash!

Not real.

Or is the future truly brighter than the past.