Lord, Let Me Heed The Angels You

I Was Behaving, Just Like I Promised, But Fate Intervened.

Church Always Seemed The Same. Jess Could Tune It Out The Same Way He Tuned Out School, With His Body Standing Up And Sitting Down In Unison With The Rest Of The Congregation But His Mind Numb And Floating, Not Really Thinking Or Dreaming But At Least Free.

We Do Have Trouble Dealing With Death, But It's The One Thing That Is Guaranteed We Are All Going To Have To Do, And We Are Going To Have To Face It Many Times Before We Die Ourselves.

Punch After Punch After Punch. February Is A Mean Bully. Nothing Could Be Worse - Except August.

It's Like The Smarter You Are, The More Things Can Scare You.