Freedom, Truth, Honour — you could rattle off a hundred such words and behind every one of them would gather a thousand punks, pompous little farts, waving the banner with one hand and reaching under the table with the other. — Hunter S. Thompson Copy Share Image
“I burn the clouds, Knowing that remembrance has thorny flasks. I plough the sky by sea, Knowing that tears are bluer than my joy. I watch my follies in fancy, hoping that sparrows inherit my maze, And listen to those… — Basim Furat Copy Share Image
