Where Some God Pissed A Rain Of

Mercy, I Think, Doesn't The Human Race Know Anything About Mercy?

‎"she’ Mad But She’ Magic. There’ No Lie In Her Fire.

Great Writers Are Indecent People They Live Unfairly Saving The Best Part For Paper. Good Human Beings Save The World So That Bastards Like Me Can Keep Creating Art, Become Immortal. If You Read This After I Am Dead It Means I Made It.

All A Guy Needed Was A Chance. Somebody Was Alway Controlling Who Got A Chance And Who Didn't.

Without Literature, Life Is Hell.