There’s No Accountability Anymore, Pierce, No One

There Was A Dj Who Stayed Up For Eleven Days Straight, The Longest-recorded Period Of Time Anyone Has Ever Gone Without Sleep, And He Started Playing Nothing But Crosby, Stills And Nash, And That's How They Knew It Was Time To Call The Ambulance.

Cursed?" I Offered, My Voice Croaky Because Of My Unshed Tears. "it Isn't Cursed." John Said Deliberately, Rearranging The Chain Around My Neck, "if You're Wearing It. It's Blessed.

I May Have Been Dead For The Past Hundred And Fifty Years, Susannah,...but That Doesn't Mean I Don't Know How People Say Good Night. And Generally, When People Say Good Night, They Keep Their Tongues To Themselves.

But It’s There. Just Because I Haven’t Told Anyone Doesn’t Mean It Isn’t There, All The Time, Lurking In The Back Of My Mind, Like One Those Nsync Songs You Can’t Get Out Of Your Head.

„everyone Wants To Believe That There’s Something Else – Something Great – Waiting For Them On The Other Side. Paradise. Valhalla. Heaven. Their Next – Hopefully Less Horrible – Life.