What Happens To The Wide-eyed Observer When

Don't Ask Me Silly Questions I Won't Play Silly Games I'm Just A Simple Choo Choo Train And I'll Always Be The Same. I Only Want To Race Along Beneath The Bright Blue Sky And Be A Happy Choo Choo Train Until The Day I Die.

... Suicide Gets In The Air Sometimes. Like A Cold Germ.

Little By Little, Writers Develop Their Own Styles, Each As Unique As A Fingerprint.

Talent Is Cheaper Than Table Salt. What Separates The Talented Individual From The Successful One Is A Lot Of Hard Work.

Wanting More Is Just A Recipe For Heartache.