People can act so nice, bringing you food and all, but in the end they are nothing but buzzards. Waiting to pick your bones.
Heyday, now that is a funny word ain't it? Part of a heyday is, you don't never know you are having yourself one till later when it's all over with, long gone.
I want to be Tragedy, I want to be Juliet, I want to be Romeo. Thus with a kiss I die.
God may forgive you if He chooses, but not I. Au revoir.
