I Like Writing About Big Turning Points,

This Is The One Thing I Hope: That She Never Stopped. I Hope When Her Body Couldn't Run Any Farther She Left It Behind Like Everything Else That Tried To Hold Her Down, She Floored The Pedal And She Went Like Wildfire, Streamed Down Night Freeways With Both Hands Off The Wheel And Her Head Back Screaming To The Sky Like A Lynx, White Lines And Green Lights Whipping Away Into The Dark, Her Tires Inches Off The Ground And Freedom Crashing Up Her Spine.

Most People Are Only Too Delighted To Wreck Each Other's Heads. And For The Tiny Minority Who Do Their Pathetic Best Not To, This World Is Going To Go Right Ahead And Make Sure They Do It Anyway.

Sometimes, When You're Close To Someone, You Miss Things. Other People Can See Them, But You Can't.

Don't You Ever Feel That - That You Just Need To Get Away? From Everything? That It's All Too Much?

Sarte Was Right, Hell Is Other People