We Are All Punished For The Lives

Amor Deliria Nervosa. The Deadliest Of All Deadly Things.

I Didn't Realize Then What A Privilege That Was: To Be Bored With Your Best Friend; To Have Time To Waste.

I Vowed After That Day That I Would Be Your Hero Too, No Matter How Long It Took

Once Mo Had Closed The Gates, He Returned To His Little Stone Hut, And His Half-eaten Sandwich Of Butter And Canned Sardines, And His Mug Of Thick Hot Chocolate, Which Every Night He Poured Carefully Into A Thermos Labeled Coffee.

Every Choice Is Limited. That's Life.