It Was Fun, But It's Over Now.

I Want To Change My Punctuation. I Long For Exclamation Marks, But I'm Drowning In Ellipses.

What's The Point Of Trying To Fix A World We're So Briefly In?

I Can Feel It... The Chance To Start Over, To Live Right, To Love Right, To Burn Up In A Fiery Cloud And Never Again Be Buried In The Mud.

Why Is It Beautiful That Humanity Keeps Coming Back? So Does Herpes.

Every Time I Go To Sleep, I Know I May Never Wake Up. How Could Anyone Expect To? You Drop Your Tiny, Helpless Mind Into A Bottomless Well, Crossing Your Fingers And Hoping When You Pull It Out On Its Flimsy Fishing Wire It Hasn't Been Gnawed To Bones By Nameless Beasts Below.