Your Apocalypse Was Fab.

The Only Way Out Is To Go So Far In.

The Sun Is Getting Dim, Will I Pay For Who I've Been?

Guys Would Sleep With A Bicycle If It Had The Right Color Lip Gloss On. They Have No Shame. They're Like Bull Elks In A Field.

The Rain Is Sharp Today, As You Shock Me Sane.

Healing For Me Is Being Able To Sit Next To The Butcher And Say 'yes, I’m Sitting Next To The Butcher Now,' Instead Of Saying 'there Is No Butcher'.