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When those you love depart, in your memory they’ll dwell, never saying goodbye, a memory, of pure hell.

“…summoned their strange and exotic souls to appear before us…” – from my favorite review of Malmaxa. http://bit.ly/CGAxAM

We live in a short term world where profit outweighs principle, and money overrules morality – what we need, is change.

How would you feel if you learnt everything you thought meant anything proved itself a lie? http://bit.ly/CGAmb1s

When we talk too much, and say to little. That.

Those who will not question will not learn.

Are the worst lies those we tell ourselves?

Is a lie less a lie if it is not believed?

Is a lie’s depth determined by how shallow it is?

If the color ascribed to wrong is black, and the color to right, is white, what is the color of maybe?