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

Thoughts are the gun, words are the bullets, deeds are the target, the bulls-eye is heaven.

I live in the house my great-grandfather moved to in 1865... I spent all my summers here as a kid haying with my grandfather, and it was my favorite place in the world.

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.