She Bludgeoned Me With A Look Of

In An Ideal World, We Would Have Been Orphans. We Felt Like Orphans And We Felt Deserving Of The Pity That Orphans Get, But Embarrassingly Enough, We Had Parents.

I Spend A Lot Of Time Obsessing About Getting A Dignified Eight Hours' Sleep.

Did You Ever Really Love Her? Not Really No. But Me? Yes. Even Though I Have No Pizzazz?

Are You Angry? Punch A Pillow. Was It Satisfying? Not Hardly. These Days People Are Too Angry For Punching. What You Might Try Is Stabbing. Take An Old Pillow And Lay It On The Front Lawn. Stab It With A Big Pointy Knife. Again And Again And Again. Stab Hard Enough For The Point Of The Knife To Go Into The Ground. Stab Until The Pillow Is Gone And You Are Just Stabbing The Earth Again And Again, As If You Want To Kill It For Continuing To Spin, As If You Are Getting Revenge For Having To Live On This Planet Day After Day, Alone.

My Earliest Memory Is Aged Three, Seeing Sunlight On Water And Feeling It Was Really Magical.