You Live For Pretentious Metaphors.

Congratulations! You're A Woman. Now Die.

I Will Play Out The String. I Will Not Betray Your Trust. I Will Find You.

At Least It Was Instant. At Least There Wasn't Any Pain." I Knew He Was Only Trying To Help, But He Didn't Get It. There Was Pain. A Dul Endless Pain In My Gut That Wouldn't Go Away Even When I Knelt On The Stingingly Frozen Tile Of The Bathroom, Dry-heaving.

I Do Love You And What Else Matters But That

There Are Infinite Numbers Between 0 And 1.