You can still be thug as hell even if you cry everyday, right.
Madness string 1662
The world of men is dreaming. It has gone mad in its sleep, and a snake is strangling it, but it can't wake up.
Ah, autumn, that wonderful season when the trees are ablaze with red and gold, when summer still lingers in each sunrise, yet every sunset holds the promise of winter. And Norwegian newspapers are full of articles about drunk elk getting lost in gardens and stuck in trees.