I Thought Why Not Write A Kind

I Am Nothing, And Not Even That.

The Things You Used To Own, Now They Own You.

The Body Ages. Grows. Passes Through Near-lunatic Phases Of Reproductive Frenzy, But You Are Born And Die Essentially The Same Person. That... That Is Proof Of Your Deathless Soul.

I Have To Have Everything In My Life Completely Fixed And Perfect And Cleaned Up And I Have To Be Complete With Everyone In My Life And I Have Seven Days In Which To Do That. So I Might Make It To Day Three Or Four, But I've Never Made It All The Way To Day Seven.

Maybe It's Our Sins That Give God Consolation When He Finally Has To Give Us Cancer.