Everybody wants a little bit of land, not much. Jus’ som’thin’ that was his. Som’thin’ he could live on and there couldn’t nobody throw him off of it.

If you smile with my arch enemies, then you ain’t my friend

I like these streets... I always feel as though it's a performance being staged for me; as though the second I've passed they'll all stop leaping and laughing and, instead grow very sad, remembering how poor they are, and retreat with bowed heads into their houses. You often get that effect abroad

Memories Will Keep You LIVING or;
Will Keep You Killing. 
CREATE Wisely!

Written By TAKADA_LALD@TV

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