Honest Is How I Want To Look.

We're All Trapped. It's Always 1734. All Of Us, We're Stuck In The Same Time Capsule, The Same As Those Television Shows Where The Same People Are Marooned On The Same Desert Island For Thirty Seasons And Never Age Or Escape. They Just Wear More Makeup. In A Creepy Way, Those Shows Are Maybe Too Authentic.

This Is The Upside Of Already Being Eternally Damned

We Opened Our Hearts. Hear Me, Heal Me, Save Me, Believe Me.

The Gyms You Go To Are Crowded With Guys Trying To Look Like Men, As If Being A Man Means Looking The Way A Sculptor Or An Art Director Says.

Why Is It You Feel Like A Dope If You Laugh Alone, But That's Usually How You End Up Crying?