Whose ways is strange when it’s time to survive? Pray on the plane, get off, laugh at God
Goddamn shame, but gave ’em the nod Game is the game, still slept like a log
“Memories are killing. So you must not think of certain things, of those that are dear to you, or rather you must think of them, for if you don’t there is the danger of finding them, in your mind, little by little.”