The Humans Create Life, And Senselessly Cause

When In Doubt, Ingest Carbs.

What I’m Sorry About Is Not Being A Tipsy Idiot When You Found Me. I’m Sorry About That, Obviously, But More Sorry That My Stupidity Caused Us To Lose A Great Opportunity. I Don’t Imagine You Would Have Met Me And Fallen Crazy In Love With Me, But I Would Like To Think That If You’d Had A Chance To Meet Me Under Different Circumstances, Something Just As Nice Could Have Happened. We Could Have Become Friends.

It's The Great Male Fantasy-all It Takes Is One Dance To Know That She's The One. All It Takes Is The Sound Of Her Song From The Tower, Or A Look At Her Sleeping Face. And Right Away You Know-this Is The Girl In Your Head, Sleeping Or Dancing Or Singing In Front Of You. Yes, Girls Want Princes, But Boys Want Their Princesses Just As Much.

The Desert Adapts. The People Adapt. Live. Die. Struggle. Suffer. Create. The People In The Real World Beyond Demesne's Ring Are Not All Manufactured Perfection. They Deal.

I Could Become A Nun Even If I Am A Non-believer. I'll Learn To Fake It Like Nick Did With Me. I Will Minister The Gospel Of Compassion And Kindness And Please, Always Use A Condom, From Famine-stricken Nations To War-torn Dead Zones. It's Possible I Might Become A Nun Who Kisses Other Nuns.