There is not right or wrong in Poetry, for the world is so big there is truth in everything.

"It's a great pleasure to have you all today at bar 69 to have a good time before we go into the war. You know I think if we really want to die some parts of our organs would just shut down, go to sleep and never waking up again. But we didn't we are still here and for a reason. We will find that reason, preferably once the war is finish'

Leaning back and forth, rocking side to side. The birds were singing, the sea was playing smooth jazz. 

'What's wrong with your mother?'

'You been married to her for more than 10 year and you haven't found out?' said Moe

'Well' Kai said followed by a sigh 'That what make it so interesting' he smile at her, patting her on the back.

'Don't be mad at the shark when it's eating us, we came looking for the shark. The shark didn't come looking for us' he said looking straight in her eyes as if he is talking to her soul.

'What is wrong with you?' her father all ways said the most absurd things, well everyone in the family does she has been with them all her life and herself. The sea started to playing heavy metal, the waves clashing with each out screaming, Moe never liked screaming so her father wraps his arms around them swinging froward and backwards on a swing that they would always play on. Kai was always tired of his wife and daughter fighting and arguing with each out, not that they would came to hate another since they already did but they do it so passionately like it's a fight of the decades in ages to come they would be looking back at it laughing at all of it with a smile he hoped. When they tried to bring him into it to take either of their side he was just say they were both to blame resulting in a cohesion that would go off on him like fireworks. He wouldn't retaliate though his storm was coming he would never let them get wet.

Rocking back and forth on the chair Moe thoughts were like a fleet of birds and forever moving like the ocean.

Bison has been living in the world the world for some years but he wasn't impress from what he saw so far, yes some great things have truly been created. All they were are somethings to enjoy while passing time waiting to die.

There is not right or wrong in Poetry, for the world is so big there is truth in everything.

"It's a great pleasure to have you all today at bar 69 to have a good time before we go into the war. You know I think if we really want to die some parts of our organs would just shut down, go to sleep and never waking up again. But we didn't we are still here and for a reason. We will find that reason, preferably once the war is finish'

Leaning back and forth, rocking side to side. The birds were singing, the sea was playing smooth jazz. 

'What's wrong with your mother?'

'You been married to her for more than 10 year and you haven't found out?' said Moe

'Well' Kai said followed by a sigh 'That what make it so interesting' he smile at her, patting her on the back.

'Don't be mad at the shark when it's eating us, we came looking for the shark. The shark didn't come looking for us' he said looking straight in her eyes as if he is talking to her soul.

'What is wrong with you?' her father all ways said the most absurd things, well everyone in the family does she has been with them all her life and herself. The sea started to playing heavy metal, the waves clashing with each out screaming, Moe never liked screaming so her father wraps his arms around them swinging froward and backwards on a swing that they would always play on. Kai was always tired of his wife and daughter fighting and arguing with each out, not that they would came to hate another since they already did but they do it so passionately like it's a fight of the decades in ages to come they would be looking back at it laughing at all of it with a smile he hoped. When they tried to bring him into it to take either of their side he was just say they were both to blame resulting in a cohesion that would go off on him like fireworks. He wouldn't retaliate though his storm was coming he would never let them get wet.

Rocking back and forth on the chair Moe thoughts were like a fleet of birds and forever moving like the ocean.

Bison has been living in the world the world for some years but he wasn't impress from what he saw so far, yes some great things have truly been created. All they were are somethings to enjoy while passing time waiting to die.

There is not right or wrong in Poetry, for the world is so big there is truth in everything.

"It's a great pleasure to have you all today at bar 69 to have a good time before we go into the war. You know I think if we really want to die some parts of our organs would just shut down, go to sleep and never waking up again. But we didn't we are still here and for a reason. We will find that reason, preferably once the war is finish'

Leaning back and forth, rocking side to side. The birds were singing, the sea was playing smooth jazz. 

'What's wrong with your mother?'

'You been married to her for more than 10 year and you haven't found out?' said Moe

'Well' Kai said followed by a sigh 'That what make it so interesting' he smile at her, patting her on the back.

'Don't be mad at the shark when it's eating us, we came looking for the shark. The shark didn't come looking for us' he said looking straight in her eyes as if he is talking to her soul.

'What is wrong with you?' her father all ways said the most absurd things, well everyone in the family does she has been with them all her life and herself. The sea started to playing heavy metal, the waves clashing with each out screaming, Moe never liked screaming so her father wraps his arms around them swinging froward and backwards on a swing that they would always play on. Kai was always tired of his wife and daughter fighting and arguing with each out, not that they would came to hate another since they already did but they do it so passionately like it's a fight of the decades in ages to come they would be looking back at it laughing at all of it with a smile he hoped. When they tried to bring him into it to take either of their side he was just say they were both to blame resulting in a cohesion that would go off on him like fireworks. He wouldn't retaliate though his storm was coming he would never let them get wet.

Rocking back and forth on the chair Moe thoughts were like a fleet of birds and forever moving like the ocean.

Bison has been living in the world the world for some years but he wasn't impress from what he saw so far, yes some great things have truly been created. All they were are somethings to enjoy while passing time waiting to die.