That summer the bounty hunters came to Babel, fifteen hard men with mean faces and minds to ensnare the wary.

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Every morning I wake and hesitate, I check the mirror and search my face and ask ‘who is it today’? Sometimes she replies and other times she stays silent, content

Language of the Brag I have always wanted to fly above the ground, without plane or chute or tendrils to me bound. How would I do this you maybe asking me,

Charity shall remain impeneratable, while one still seeks to improve, the materialistic situations of the world, for self serving motives, rather than for the love of humanity,

Linda's gone What took her so long and why did she leave today She said she would But I understood That she wouldn't go so far But she did it anyway Oh she did it her way