Funerals...are For The Living.

Remember That Time In The Minivan, Twenty Minutes Ago, When We Didn't Die?

Okay Is Bursting With Sensuality

The Degree To Which I Am Blessed Staggers Me... The Degree To Which I Take That For Granted Shames Me. -streetwalking With Jesus

Sunlight Feels Warm And Rough Against Your Skin Like A Kiss On The Cheek From Your Dad.

But What Could I Lose By Continuing That Had Not Already Been Lost?