Long Live Protest Songs, In Whatever Form

The Boy I Just Kissed Is Talking To My Father. The Boy I Want To Kiss Again Is Waiting For My Mother To Serve Pancakes. I Must Fight The Urge To Freak.

The World, Right Now, Is Only Us.

She Is So Lost In Her Sadness That She Has No Idea How Visible It Is.

Hubris, N. Every Time I Call You Mine, I Feel Like I'm Forcing It, As If Saying It Can Make It So. As If I'm Reminding You, And Reminding The Universe: Mine. As If That One Word From Me Could Have That Kind Of Power.

It's Like, You Know How Sometimes You See A Really Sexy Baby? Wait.