We Read So That We Can Be

Poppies Bleed Petals Of Sheer Excess. You And I, This Sweet Battle Ground.

And If There Is No God? You Act As If There Is, And It's The Same Thing.

Who Was I, Really? I Was The Sole Occupant Of My Mother's Totalitarian State, My Own Personal History Rewritten To Fit The Story She Was Telling That Day. There Were So Many Missing Pieces. I Was Starting To Find Some Of Them, Working My Way Upriver, Collecting A Secret Cache Of Broken Memories In A Shoebox.

I Thought Clay Must Feel Happy In The Good Potter's Hand.

We Recived Our Colouring From The Norsemen,hairy Savages Who Hacked Their Gods To Pieces And Hung The Flesh From Trees.we Are The Ones Who Sacked Rome.fear Only Feeble Old Age And Death In Bed.don't Forget Who You Are.