The Sky The Sky- Same As It

I Tend Not To Think About The Reading Public At All, Or The Business, When I'm Writing.

Jacob: I've Never Seen So Much Manure. Wade: Baggage Stock Horses. They Pack'em In 27 A Car. Jacob: How Do You Stand The Smell? Wade: What Smell?

The Whole Thing's Illusion, [jacob], And There's Nothing Wrong With That. It's What People Want From Us. It's What They Expect.

When Did I Stop Being Me?

Must Protect My Little Pockets Of Happiness.