While Time, The Endless Idiot, Runs Screaming

Jesus Would Be Framed And In Jail If He Was Living Today.

Her Face Felt Like It Was Scattered In Pieces And She Could Not Keep It Straight. The Feeling Was A Whole Lot Worse Than Being Hungry For Any Dinner, Yet It Was Like That. I Want--i Want--i Want--was All That She Could Think About--but Just What This Real Want Was She Did No Know.

She Wished There Was Some Place Where She Could Go To Hum It Out Loud. Some Kind Of Music Was Too Private To Sing In A House Cram Fall Of People. It Was Funny, Too, How Lonesome A Person Could Be In A Crowded House.

The Closest Thing To Being Cared For Is To Care For Someone Else.

Death Is The Great Gamer With A Sleeve Of Tricks.