In A Coma, You Don't Dream, You

I Really Just Want To Be Warm Yellow Light That Pours Over Everyone I Love.

Once You Realize That Everyone Is In The Same Boat, That Everyone Is Just As Insecure And Childlike As Everyone Else, That All These Jokers In D.c. Ruining Our World Are Just Greedy Kids Grabbing For Marbles - I Think That Realization Means You're An Adult.

And I Sing And Sing Of Awful Things The Pleasure That My Sadness Brings.

I Kind Of Go In Waves With Reading. Sometimes I Read All The Time, And Sometimes I Can't Get Settled Enough To Focus.

A Boycott Is, Inherently, A Blunt Instrument. It Is An Imperfect Weapon, A Carpet Bomb, When All Involved Would Prefer A Surgical Strike.