Vin

E, we elect them. E, we eject them; in the land of the free and home of the brave...

Empty hizzy left me dizzy. I'm a pirate lost his booty. I'm a pimp without a dog without a bone.

Too cold to start a fire, I'm burning diesel, I'm burning dinosaur bones.

Thank you for the heads up. Now I won't worry.

Time has a way of taking time.

So much delicious chaos...

What in the world is in that room? What you got in that room?

What a glorious image, good sir. I thank you for it.

Allow me to tell you the truth and thus set you free: There is no happiness, Wyatt, there is no normal life. There's only life, that's all. Just life. The rest is relative.

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Some brimstone baritone anticyclone rolling stone preacher from the east Says, "Dethrone the dictaphone, hit it in it's funny bone, that's where they expect it least"

It's not about changing the world. It's about doing our best to leave the world... the way it is. It's about respecting the will of others, and believing in your own.

One. And one. Are one, eleven.

I am the most humble man in the world.

Build the fire inside the circle; no retreat today.

All men dream: but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dream with open eyes, to make it possible.

Self-fulfilling prophecies are terrible plot devices.

Oh, how dreadful. Say, do you hear that? It's the sound of the Reaper...

Rowing is living, and living is hard. But living beats losing all that we are, all that we know of and all that we feel and all that we remember imagined or real

Though much is taken, much abides; and though We are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are--- One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

Heard it well up from the innermost depths of that damnable open sepulchre as I watched amorphous, necrophagous shadows dance beneath an accursed waning moon. And this is what it said: "YOU FOOL, WARREN IS DEAD!"

Just kidding. Just kidding. Just kidding...

"Good day to be alive, sir." "Good day to be alive", he said.

Kilos through keyholes. Widows through windows. Eyelets through eyelids. Everyone is silent. Tankards and flagons and slickers and boots. On my way home...