I Enjoy My Anger, It’s The Only

Knock Your Bad Self Out.

Love, Whether It's Friendship Or More, Is Like A Cup. It Fills Up Drop By Drop, Until One Last Drop And The Cup Is Full. The Liquid Hangs There Almost Above The Rim, Hangs There On Surface Tension Alone And You Know That One More Drop And It Will Spill Over.

That Kiss Was Really Nice You Know Before You...bit Me, But It Was Still Nice.

Since You Won't Give Me Your Names I'll Call You Thing One And Thing Two.

I Could Probably Have Made The Head Shot From The Railing, But With An Unfamiliar Gun, It Was Too Risky. I Didn't Want To Accidentally Shoot The Woman In The Head. Killing The Hostage Is Always Frowned Upon.