The madness of mankind - the corps of men heads up from cries of gunpowder in the air.

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The madness of mankind - the corps of men heads up from cries of gunpowder in the air.

I suppose you have ideas about an afterlife and heaven. Throw off our best hint, it's crude by comparison.

Late night New York this city dotted by bright gas stations and diners, strung with insomniacs, waitresses, and lunatics.

I fear another betrayal should be the last. my journey was sadder than I could put down, my history, dree, and dreary! And not exactly a kind which I should have chosen but never mind! I'll extract my heart and I'll continue whole.

A new page. My narrative suddenly changed purpose created ever in new direction.

When you grow older you'll understand the secret to make life succeed. Know what I know-- feel yourself alive every minute of the day.

I was broke and didn't have a dime, but I just go along. I dig life following no direction.
