A Weeping Woman Is A Bucket With

Pessimism, She Is A Fond Friend Of Yours, Yes?" - That's Uncalled For. I Barely Know Her. Mere Acquaintances, At Best.

Before I Knew What Was Happening, I Had A Fistful Of Spears Around My Neck Like A Collar. I Could Have Shaved Myself With One Sneeze.

I Surrender To It, And By Surrendering, I Control It.

Take What You Want, And Pay For It.

What Can't Be Changed Must Be Endured.