I Think Maybe I Know Why,' She

I Just Want To Do Something That Matters. Or Be Something That Matters. I Just Want To Matter.

The Z’s Will Kill Us All, And Then The Z’s Will Die Out And In Sixty Years There Will Be No One To Remember Our Silly War, Caroline’s Wasted Ammunition, My Year Of Zombic Survivalism, Rene Descartes’s Musings, Or Michelangelo’s Sculptures. And That Is Really Only The Sadness Here As I Drink A Thousand-dollar Bottle Of Wine Down Here In The Cellar: We Did A Few Things Worth Remembering, And I Wish For Someone To Remember Them.

There's Some People In This World Who You Can Just Love And Love And Love No Matter What.

He Responded A Few Minutes Later. Okay. I Wrote Back. Okay. He Responded: Oh, My God, Stop Flirting With Me!

She Had The Kind Of Eyes That Predisposed You To Supporting Her Every Endeavor.