Sometimes People Use Thought To Not Participate

I Don't Know What's Wrong With Me. It's Like All I Can Do Is Keep Writing This Gibberish To Keep From Breaking Apart.

Old Pictures Look Very Rugged And Young, And The People In The Photographs Always Seem A Lot Happier Than You Are.

I Sat Down And Tried To Write A Story. "ian Macarthur Is A Wonderful Sweet Fellow Who Wears Glasses And Peers Out Of Them With Delight." That Was The First Sentence. The Problem Was That I Just Couldn't Think Of The Next One. After Cleaning My Room Three Times, I Decided To Leave Ian Alone For A While Because I Was Starting To Get Mad At Him.

The Sound Of The Radio Fades To Nothing Because The Waves Just Can't Reach

You Ever Think Charlie, That Our Group Is The Same As Any Other Group Like A Football Team? And The Only Real Difference Between Us Is What We Wear And Why We Wear It?