Thoughts on WarWar is, and will always remain an unanswered question. What is war really? Is it the immature act of impulse you would usually get from a child that isn’t getting their way, or an adult that has no other choice but to use force? This question can be answered with many different points of views, neither right nor wrong. I have my own way of seeing things, and this is what I’m here to explain.Thoughts on War
I have a strong belief that war is one of the most incomprehensible evils of the known world. I always wondered why anyone would start any kind of violence in this world, when we are all the same species trying to survive in this universe. W
My VictoriaJuly 27th, 1908My Victoria
From the memoirs of Dr. Sebastian Reynolds.
Have you ever assumed that someone may possibly transform you, merely after meeting them once upon a time? I believe the first time I met my wife, Victoria; she made me a whole new person.
I remember it clearly, how we met. My colleague Harold had insisted on myself accompanying him to a gathering. I had my work to do, and I made sure to tell him that. I had no time for a party! Not at all! Alas, Harold dragged me off to the get-together; where I sat most of the night. It was utterly boring, all the women were jumping on Harold like a new bag,
You and ILet's paint the town, you and I When no one's watching It'll be you and I That's it Just you and IYou and I
Because all the street lights
Are larger than life And it's all about you (all about you) We'll paint the town, you and I It'll just be the two of us You and I
Your lips are the curves that keep me alive Your face is the sunshine that keeps me awake Your heart is the force that makes me jump And it's all about you (all about you) Because all the street lights are larger than life
Let's paint the town, you and I
Devious Journal Entry
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HUMPTY DUMPTY WAS PUSHED!! (Theres no need to say whome...-shifty eyes-.....)
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