Told Her She Was Beautiful. Didn't Give

This Is The Trap Of Having Something To Live For: Everything Else Seems Lifeless.

Family, Like Arsenic, Works Best In Small Doses...unless You Prefer To Die.

You Ask Me What I'm Looking For, And I Outline You. You Don't Recognize The Shape, Offer Other Names. You Say My Time Will Come, And I Hope.

Hello, My Name Is Ees Lebkuchen Spice, And I Vant To Show You My Coooooookies.

Why Do We Even Bother? Why Do We Make Ourselves So Open To Such Easy Damage? Is It All Loneliness? Is It All Fear? Or Is It Just To Experience Those Narcotic Moments Of Belonging With Someone Else?