The Fools Think I Am Writing Algebra

[never Give Up Hope. Never Give In To Pessimism. Never Despair.] No Horse Named Morbid Ever Won A Race!

Some Lived In It And Never Felt It But He Knew It All Was Nada Y Pues Nada Y Nada Y Pues Nada.

What Difference Does It Make If You Live In A Picturesque Little Outhouse Surrounded By 300 Feeble Minded Goats And Your Faithful Dog? The Question Is: Can You Write?

All You Need To Do Is Write Truly And Not Care About What The Fate Of It Is.

Please Tell Me What Can I Do. There Must Be Something I Can Do