Our Role As Humans Is To Recognize

I Always Had This Secret Suspicion That I Was Special.

Cold One Day, Sweet The Next; Irresistibly Flirty One Moment, Resistibly Obnoxious The Next.

You Were Clearly Not Doing Your Part In The Clover Search, Perv.

The World Went On, As It Does, Without My Full Participation, And I Only Woke Up From The Reverie When Someone Said My Name.

The Marks Humans Leave Are Too Often Scars.