Can We Really Choose Anything?' 'maybe. If

Can We Really Choose Anything?' 'maybe. If We Want To Bad Enough.

Enough White Lies Can Scorch The Earth Black.

I Adapt To Things Quickly, Including Good Things, Which I Wish I Could Shut Off Sometimes. My Friends Have To Keep Reminding Me How Crazy My Life Has Become, And Then It Hits Me Fresh And I Just Slap My Forehead And Think, "wait, What... ?"

Breathing Is Optional, But I Need Some Air.

You Know Things Are Moving. You're Changing, You Fellow Dead Are Changing, The World Is Ready For Something Miraculous. What Are We Waiting For?