Black Is Too Morbid; Red Will Set

I Guess There Are Some Things You Never Get Used To.

Huamns, Uregulated, Are Cruel And Capricious; Violet And Selfish; Miserable And Quarrelsome. It Is Only After Their Instincts And Basic Emotions Have Been Controlled That They Can Be Happy, Generous, And Good.

The Second Time My World Exploded, It Was Also Because Of A Word. A Word That Worked Its Way Out Of My Throat And Danced Onto And Out Of My Lips Before I Could Think About It, Or Stop It. The Question Was: Will You Meet Me Tomorrow? And The Word Was: Yes.

That's What Zombieland Is: Frozen, Calm, Quiet.

Sometimes I'm Afraid To Go To Sleep Because Of What I'm Leaving Behind.