Blessed Are The Meek, For To Them

Love Is Not Something You Think About, It Is A State In Which You Dwell

One Day The Good Times Had To Keep On Rolling, And All Of Life's Horseshit Would Turn To Circuses.

This Roberto. He No Like The Light.

I Think I'm What They Call A Never-was.

He Always Had A Problem With The Purity Of Others. Never His Own.