This piece of fine art tells a story of my helicopter and it bombs Carinas exploding head and giraffe. It is composed to incredible standard in which it would go for 10000000000000000000000000000000$ at an auction.
When we are children we seldom think of the future. This innocence leaves us free to enjoy ourselves as few adults can. The day we fret about the future is the day we leave our childhood behind. — Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind