Listen, Legs, I'm going to die anyway. I'm human. And I don't know about you, but I don't believe in visions of the future. I believe we choose our own destiny. You didn't give me a choice last time....
It is again fortunate from this point of view that the old symbolists who gave us the things which they classified as veils of allegory and the imagery of the High Grades left, as I have said, no key...
When you draw a line in the sand, be careful it is not low tide.
Trust me to return to you.I will wait forever.however long it takes.
No one's happy here, you know that. But I am content, and maybe that's enough for me.
Its time I hear the clockTick tock tick tockGo and killl the bad inner beingIn you soul it has neva been..!!
They were friends. That's all she ever seemed to have. Friends. She had enough of them.