Maybe All The Strings Inside Him Broke.

I'm A Grenade And At Some Point I'm Going To Blow Up And I Would Like To Minimize The Casualties, Okay?

There's Your Labyrinth Of Suffering. We Are All Going. Find Your Way Out Of That Maze.

I Feel Like I Might Start Crying And That I'm Going To Cry Pee.

I Write About Broken People Who Need Other People In Order To Go On. But Those Are The Only Kind Of People I Know To Exist. We Are All Broken.

We Cannot Be Born, And We Cannot Die. Like All Energy, We Can Only Change Shapes And Sizes And Manifestations.