When Is The Night Over? Is It

He's Not My Step Brother Technically, So I Think It's Okay That I Kissed Him Once.

Wow. I Feel Like In This Riot Of People, I Have Been Kicked In The Stomach, But By The Giddy Police. Forget About The Need For Oxygen. My Mouth Wants To Go Back To The Place It Just Left.

The Complexity Embedded In The Different Levels Of Meaning That Go Along With The Words "i Love You" Ought To Be A Whole Mindfuck Of A Video Game

I Am Bigger Than The Box I'm In.

The Desert Adapts. The People Adapt. Live. Die. Struggle. Suffer. Create. The People In The Real World Beyond Demesne's Ring Are Not All Manufactured Perfection. They Deal.