Extending Your Hand Is Extending Yourself.

I Chose The Shadows; They Did Not Choose Me. I Stay Here Securely Not Just Because I Feel Plain, But Because Disappearance Is By Now The Easy Way. The Habit. The Worn Path That I Can Trod Knowingly And Be Assured Safe Passage Home.

We Will All Wake Up Semi-angels, If We Wake At All.

Never Fear Being Alone, Because You Never Are.

People Are Not Born Bastards. They Have To Work At It.

And If The World Breaks Down, I'll Be Around.