Say Your Name Over Two Hundred Times

When The Dawn Was Still Long Hours Away, Bad Thoughts Took On Flesh And Began To Walk. In The Middle Of The Night Thoughts Became Zombies.

Do You Need Someone To Make You A Paper Badge With The Word Writer On It Before You Can Believe You Are One? God I Hope Not.

I Don't Have Nightmares; I Give Them All To You.

Acknowledge Your Good Fortune By Sharing It.

What Can Be Done When You’re Eleven Can Often Never Be Done Again.