Crying Is You, Plus Tears

We Do An Epically Bad Job Of Acknowledging One Another's Work And Checking Our Sources.

Stupid Human Voices Always Ruining Everything.

A Taste So Profound And Complex That It Can't Even Be Compared To Other Tastes, Only To Emotions. Cheesy Waffles, I Was Thinking, Tastes Like Love Without The Fear Of Love's Dissolution.

It's Hard To Believe In Coincidence, But It's Even Harder To Believe In Anything Else.

And Imagining That Future Keeps You Going, But You Never Do It. You Just Use The Future To Escape The Present.