She's...just A Girl, You Know. Like Most

There’s No Conscious Thing On The Face Of The World That Doesn’t Know Dread More Intimately Than Its Own Heartbeat.

Welcome To The Worst Nightmare Of All, Reality!

There Must Still Be Room For The Falling Note, Of Course. Even In An Undying World There Are Times When Beauty Passes From Sight, Or Love Passes From The Heart, And We Feel The Sorrow Of Partition.

We Each Die Countless Little Deaths On Our Way To The Last. We Die Out Of Shame As Humiliation. We Perish From Despair. And, Of Course, We Die For Love.

…there’s Nothing In The World More Fun Than Doing Something You’re Good At.