"I'll carry this....It's harder to spill a hat" - Chellybean
"...like a rabbit caught in a lighthouse?" - Chellybean
-Such a price the gods exact for song: to become what we sing
-Seek freedom and become captive of your desires. Seek discipline and find your liberty.
-When the center of the storm does not move, you are in its path.
It was a day for screaming at inanimate objects.
What this calls for is a special mix of psychology and extreme violence...
Well, shall we go?
Yes, let's go.
[They do not move.]
**[out of the ashes / I rise with my red hair / And I eat men like air]**