Fear is what drives me to your demise.

In December of 1952, my first wife, Kirby, and I left Vienna to drive through the Russian sector of Austria into Yugoslavia.

My Body Is A Machine Gun, My Words Are My Bullets, And The World Is My Target.

a promise is nothing but a delaid lie.

now i have time to do stuff, and do stuff i shall do!

If We Had Perfect Lives We Would Kill Ourselves Out Of Bordom.