If wishes were horses, more beggars would ride them.
by Chariot, the· from EIA,EIB,NIDANIB.
A bullet to the sun.
Erase everything we have done.
Please, like a thief, won't you come?
Put an end to all of this fun.
I will see you in a broadway year,
a New York second,
a Wall Street minute,
a Hollywood moment.
This is it.
Why does not, this world just stop?