Noblest Minds Are Easiest Bent.

There Is The Heat Of Love, The Pulsing Rush Of Longing, The Lover’s Whisper, Irresistible—magic To Make The Sanest Man Go Mad.

Reproach Is Infinite, And Knows No End.

When I Was Seventeen I Drank Some Very Good Beer I Drank Some Very Good Beer I Purchased With A Fake Id My Name Was Brian Mcgee I Stayed Up Listening To Queen When I Was Seventeen

What Is This Word That Broke Through The Fence Of Your Teeth, Atreides?

Base Wealth Preferring To Eternal Praise.