I am a stranger in Your country
Little do men perceive what solitude is, and how far it extendeth.
For a crowd is not company, and faces are but a gallery of pictures,
and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love.
- Francis Bacon
And I swear to god if I hear that song one more time, I may kill someone. Or drive my car into Lake Lewisville. I haven't decided which.
For a crowd is not company, and faces are but a gallery of pictures,
and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love.
- Francis Bacon
And I swear to god if I hear that song one more time, I may kill someone. Or drive my car into Lake Lewisville. I haven't decided which.