Blessed Are The Meek, For To Them

Children See Magic Because They Look For It.

Well They're Pissed Off And They're Hungry. I Was Kind Of Busy Trying Not To Get My Brains Eaten. They Seemed Pretty Adamant About The Brain-eating Thing. Then They're Going To Ikea, I Guess

Boredom Can Be A Lethal Thing On A Small Island.

Life Is Messy. Would That Every Puzzle Piece Fell Into Place, Every Word Was Kind, Every Accident Happy, But Such Is Not The Case. Life Is Messy

She's Evil. Evil, Evil, Evil. I Want To See Her Naked.