That's A Horrible Plan." "yes, But I

He Was A Writer And Words Were His Weapons.

She Knew It Should Bother Her More, Being Evil And All, But After She Put On A Little Mascara And Some Lipstick And Poured Herself Another Cup Of Blood-laced Coffee, She Found That She Was Okay With It.

Anger Is The Spirits Telling You That You Are Alive.

You Sure About This Writer Thing Son?

Unless You Can Change The Past, You’re Wasting The Present On This Guilt