When People Have To Choose Between Civilization

In The Dark Beside Me, She Smelled Of Sweat And Sunshine And Vanilla.

Francois Rabelais. He Was A Poet. And His Last Words Were "i Go To Seek A Great Perhaps." That's Why I'm Going. So I Don't Have To Wait Until I Die To Start Seeking A Great Perhaps.

I Always Liked Routine. I Suppose I Never Found Boredom Very Boring.

But I Could Always Tell In Her Eyes If She Got Really Pissed At Me, And Her Eyes Were Still Pretty Smiley

We Have Bottled All The Stars This Evening, My Young Friend.