We're All Going To Die; I'm Just

The Act Of Writing Itself Is Done In Secret, Like Masturbation.

Roland Grabbed Jake And Hauled Him To His Feet. “you Came!” Jake Shouted. “you Really Came!” “i Came, Yes. By The Grace Of The Gods And The Courage Of My Friends, I Came.

But This Wealth Of Information Produced Little Or No Insight.

I Choose To Believe In God Because It Makes Things Better.

May Be She’ll Learn Something About What Death Really Is, Which Is Where The Pain Stops And The Good Memories Begin. Not The End Of Life But The End Of Pain.