Being alone is different than being lonely.

Somethings new can happen here, noses to explode in nosey fears, getting far too close for me, then the crazy music sparks, all is lands apart, flowing with the deaths of many, as an evil ritual, then happy cows, making milk for chemicals.

Just a hand and I was lit on fire.

American life is too big to fit into itself.

Welcome to the other America.

Anything is possible.

He is everywhere!

It is physically impossible to hunger after the words of old men with dementia.

To surrender is a mystical experience, even in war.

Toned Abs Americans to enter the frays soon.