Weep for the fallen warriors. Weep for those souls considered collateral damage. Weep for the profiteers. Weep for the deserters.

Some time ago, I made my way down to the crossroads, to try my lucky hand at the devil’s gaming tables.

I am awash with tears of mourning for what I thought was dead and go… as though a flood of holy water has broken through the stony dam I contrived to spare this brittle…

Why are you here ? Where did you come from ? Why have i been cursed with one so radiant and true ? There’s no time for your curious m…

My bucket had a hole in it. I kept trying to fill it. The more I tried, the more flowed down the drain. It wasn’t for lack of what was nee…

Ideas and notions, they’re all for the dreamers, worth as much or less than one's considered opinion. You can’t even wrap fish in them.

Your end? My end? Where the hell’s the middle? You say this. I say that.

These words are crude utensils, with which to touch you, and be touched;

Way up there on that hill of yours; that most hard-won ivory tower. Hiding there behind your perfect guise

The storm is brewing. I smell it in the air. I am panicking. I fear this tempest might cost my life.