Walt Whitman Is Hot! I Mean, That

And As Paralyzing And Upsetting As All The Never Agains Were, The Final Leaving Felt Perfect. Pure. The Most Distilled Possible Form Of Liberation.

Not That Smart. Not That Hot. Not That Nice. Not That Funny. That's Me: I'm Not That.

There Were So Many Of Us Who Would Have To Live With Things Done And Things Left Undone That Day. Things That Did Not Go Right, Things That Seemed Okay At The Time Because We Could Not See The Future. If Only We Could See The Endless String Of Consequences That Result From Our Smallest Actions. But We Can't Know Better Until Knowing Better Is Useless.

I’ll Give You My Strength If I Can Have Your Remission.

Why Would You Try To Kill This Guy, Kevin? He's A Genius. Nuts To Your Truce.