I'm fed up to the ears with old men dreaming up wars for young men to die in.
When we age we shed many skins: ego, arrognace, dominance, self-opionated, unreliable, pessimism, rudeness, selfish, uncaring ... Wow, it's good to be old!
There's no difference between a madman and a professor...it should be clear to you in the way they dress, act and think.
I heard the old, old, men say 'all that's beautiful drifts away, like the waters.'
But I won't bore you any longer on the subject of old men. It won't make things any better and all my plans of revenge (such as disconnecting the lamp, shutting the door, hiding his clothes) must be a...
When the old men kill themselves, the cities are dying.