Most Loves Don't Last. But Some Do.

The Thought Of You Being Removed From The Rotation Is Not Funny To Me.

He Lit A Cigarette And Handed It To Me. I Inhaled. Coughed. Wheezed. Gasped For Breath. Coughed Again. Considered Vomiting. Grabbed The Swinging Bench, Head Spinning, And Threw The Cigarette To The Ground And Stomped On It, Convinced My Great Perhaps Did Not Involve Cigarettes.

All Representations Of A Thing Are Inherently Abstract.

Tonight, Darling, We Are Going To Right A Lot Of Wrongs.

There's A Place In The Brain For Knowing What Cannot Be Remembered.