Mawwage. Mawwage Is What Bwings Us Together

The Tears That Kept Buttercup Company The Remainder Of The Day Were Not At All Like Those That Had Blinded Her Into The Tree Trunk. Those Were Noisy And Hot; They Pulsed. These Were Silent And Steady And All They Did Was Remind Her That She Wasn’t Good Enough. She Was Seventeen, And Every Male She’d Ever Known Had Crumbled At Her Feet And It Meant Nothing. The One Time It Really Mattered, She Wasn’t Good Enough.

Mawwage. Mawwage Is What Bwings Us Together Today.

It Was Only When The Giant Got Halfway Down The Incline That He Suddenly, Happily, Burst Into Flame And Continued His Trip Saying, "no Survivors, No Survivors!" In A Manner That Could Only Indicate Deadly Sincerity. It Was Seeing Him Happily Burning And Advancing That Startled The Brute Squad To Screaming. And Once That Happened, Why, Everybody Panicked And Ran.

I've Been Saying It So Long To You, You Just Wouldn't Listen. Every Time You Said 'farm Boy Do This' You Thought I Was Answering 'as You Wish' But That's Only Because You Were Hearing Wrong. 'i Love You' Was What It Was, But You Never Heard.

I Guess The Most Amazing Thing About Crying Though Is That When You're In It, You Think It'll Go On Forever But It Never Really Lasts Half What You Think. Not In Terms Of Real Time. In Terms Of Real Emotions, It's Worse Than You Think, But Not By The Clock.