Angels, We Have Grown Apart.

Her Eyes Always Had A Frantic, Lost Look. He Could Never Cure Her Eyes Of That.

There Is No Hurry. Time Means Nothing To You.

Boring Damned People. All Over The Earth. Propagating More Boring Damned People. What A Horror Show. The Earth Swarmed With Them.

In A More Universal Sense, We Only Get One Thing. You Know...a Head Stone If We're Lucky; If Not, Green Grass.

My Ambition Is Handicapped By Laziness