I'm Too Conceited For Therapy.

When You're A Kid It's People's Cruelty That Makes You Cry, Then When You're An Adult It's Their Kindness.

Every Now And Then Life Sold You An Illusion Of Design. A Coincidence, A Parallel, A Sledgehammer Symbol. The Goods Were Always Faulty. You Forked Over The Cash Only To Discover They'd Fallen Apart By The Time You Got Home. But Life Kept At It. Life Couldn't Help It. Life Was A Compulsive Salesman.

My Parents Believe In The Happy Endings To The Stories Of Their Children.

I Don't Know How One Should Live - But I Know That One Should Live.

Grace Only Exists To Be Fallen From.