She Would Buy Magic Every Day Of

The Night Crackled ... Everything Had Turned To Static Electricity In The Heat. I Combed My Hair To Watch The Sparks Fly From The Ends.

Find Someone Who Will Tremble For Your Touch, Someone Whose Fingers Are A Poem.

There Is No God, There Is Only What You Want.

Now I Wish She'd Never Broken Any Of Her Rules. I Understood Why She Held To Them So Hard. Once You Broke The First One, They All Broke, One By One, Like Firecrackers Exploding In Your Face In A Parking Lot On The Fourth Of July.

No Matter How Unappealing, Each Of Them Imagines He Is Somehow Worthy.