Ill Fares The State Where Many Masters

There Will Be Killing Till The Score Is Paid.

Look At Me! I'm A Puffy Pink Cloud!

Sleep And Death, Who Are Twin Brothers.

I Believe Children Are The Future...which Is Why They Must Be Stopped Now!

Like A Girl, A Baby Running After Her Mother, Begging To Be Picked Up, And She Tugs On Her Skirts, Holding Her Back As She Tries To Hurry Off—all Tears, Fawning Up At Her, Till She Takes Her In Her Arms… That’s How You Look, Patroclus, Streaming Live Tears.