We Are A Society Dying, Said Aunt

I Felt White, Drained Of Blood, Cared For, Purified. Peaceful.

The Facts Of This World Seen Clearly Are Seen Through Tears.

Life's Not Fair; Why Should I Be?

The Problem With Meditating Is I Generally Go To Sleep, And That's Because I'm Doing It Wrong.

These Things You Did Were Like Prayers; You Did Them And You Hoped They Would Save You. And For The Most Part They Did. Or Something Did; You Could Tell By The Fact That You Were Still Alive.