ANTIGONE: WE ARE THE REBELS ASKING FOR THE STORM
My own flesh and blood—dear sister, dear Ismene, how many griefs our father Oedipus handed down! ~...
My own flesh and blood—dear sister, dear Ismene, how many griefs our father Oedipus handed down! ~...
She’s in the NRA and goes to Rodeo. What...
So if I ever get my hand on a dollar again,/I'm gonna hold on to it 'til them eagles grin/...
Nobody has cancer! Matt declares about...