You Have To Be A Warrior And

Now, If You Ask Me, What’s Going On Is That We’re All Up To Here In It, And Probably The Most Important Thing Is That We Not Yell At One Another.

The Mix In Our Rooms Is So Touching: The Clutter And The Cracks In The Wall Belie A Bleakness Or Brokenness In Our Lives; While Photos And A Few Rare Objects Show Our Pride, Our Rare Shining Moments ... These Rooms Are Future Ruins

Her Purse Was A Weight, Ballast; It Tethered Her To The Earth As Her Mind Floated Away.

When I Was Young, I Used To Be So Jealous Of Other Girls That It Crippled Me.

Perfection Is Shallow, Unreal, And Fatally Uninteresting.