And then pour the boozeOriginally Posted by Hax
Re: Sundays.
And then pour the boozeReflect on your daily life and come to the conclusion that it is not truly satisfying. Accept your pointless meandering existence, mortal.
I'm afraid Nietzsche has gotten into me.
There, but for the grace of God, goes John Bradford
My aim, then, was to whip the rebels, to humble their pride, to follow them to their inmost recesses, and make them fear and dread us. Fear is the beginning of wisdom.
I am tired and sick of war. Its glory is all moonshine. It is only those who have neither fired a shot nor heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood, for vengeance, for desolation.
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