Like I've Been Sketched By An Amateur

I Want To Know." His Words Are A Whisper, Barely Audible. "i Want To Know With You.

Despite The Fact That Raven And Tack Are Often Fighting, It's Impossible To Imagine One Without The Other. They Are Like Two Plants That Have Grown Around Each Other - They Strangle And Squeeze And Support At The Same Time.

Not Gray, Exactly. Right Before The Sun Rises There's A Moment When The Whole Sky Goes This Pale Nothing Color-not Really Gray But Sort Of, Or Sort Of White, And I've Always Really Liked It Because It Reminds Me Of Waiting For Something Good To Happen.

That Is The Strangest Thing About The World: How It Looks So Different From Every Point Of View.

It Will Kill Me, It Will Kill Me, It Will Kill Me. And I Don't Care.