Generally Speaking, I, Like Anyone Else Who

The Fact Is I'm Very Self-similar.

Elwyn Brooks White Was A Very Maine Personality Which Is, "i Hate Everyone And Everyone Stay Away From Me."

There Is No Metaphor For Death. All Comparisons Are Odious, But I'll Do One Anyway. We All Have These Moments Of Harsh Clarity Where We Realize That Something Is Gone, Whether That Is Youth, Whether That Is Someone We Care About, Whether That Is Where We Literally Lose Someone We Care About To Death. Or We End A Relationship That We Thought Would Last Forever, Or Have One Ended For Us. We All Have These Moments In Life Where It Seems Impossible To Fill Up The Time That We Have Left For Us, And Yet We Have To Do It Somehow.

I Had The Pleasure Of Listening To Rickie Lee Jones' Flying Cowboys Album On Audio Cassette, Which Had Just Come Out At That Time Because I Am An Elderly Man.

I Am Someone Who Values Truth - Actual Truth As Opposed To 'truthiness.'