The world could burn for all I care. But you know what? At least I am honest with myself and I own what I say and do so with no shame or cheap attempts to delude myself and others into thinking I am some fighter of the people.
Madness string 24247
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.