Murphy's miscellaneous laws: If an enemy is really dug in, you'll have forgotten to bring a mortar.
A weak world a weak world. the rebellion is in me I withwraw into hell. in the hell of my own words. here, the last of the possible adventures which I can support without tearing myself apart,...
That is how prison is tearing me up inside. It hurts every day. Every day takes me further from my life.