Good Or Ill, Life Is Life; You

No Matter How Improbable An Assertion Is, If It Is Made With Enough Assurance It Has An Affect.

Through The Years Our Business Has Been Killing;-it Was Our First Calling In Life. Our Knowledge Of Lif Eis Limited To Death.

Life Did Not Intend To Make Us Perfect. Whoever Is Perfect Belongs In A Museum.

We Are Not Youth Any Longer. We Don’t Want To Take The World By Storm. We Are Fleeing. We Fly From Ourselves. From Our Life. We Were Eighteen And Had Begun To Love Life And The World; And We Had To Shoot It To Pieces.

With Blinded Eyes I Stared At The Sky, This Grey, Endless Sky Of A Crazy God, Who Had Made Life And Death For His Amusement.