It is foolish to tear one’s hair in grief, as though sorrow would be made less by baldness.
~ Marcus Tullius Cicero
Hate is strewn like confetti by the fear-fueled, specious, tiny- dicked (or un-tender) vacuous dictators, of any gender, whom never knew true love, only sadism. They ALL need some good pharma.
~ Elizabeth Lucye Robillard
