It's Just Jessica And Marcus, Oxymoronically Alone

I'm In Crisis. I'm About To Bump With A Five-foot Chino-chicano.

I’m Not Sure I’ll Ever Be Finished. No Matter How Much I Write, There Will Always Be Something I Should’ve Said.

Love May Have The Longest Arms, But It Can Still Fall Short Of An Embrace.

It Just Makes Me Wonder What Subject You Blame For Talking To Me Every Night.' I'm Still Settling On An Answer For That One. Probably Chemistry. Jesus Christ. I Can't Believe I Just Wrote That.

The Road Less Traveled Will Not Be Smooth