Nobody Lives Forever, But We All Shine

The World Had Teeth And It Could Bite You With Them Anytime It Wanted.

I Started To Submit When I Was Twelve, And Obviously At That Time They Weren't Good Enough, And I Suppose In My Heart Of Hearts I Knew It. But You Have To Start Sooner Or Later, You Have To Dig In.

Life Isn't A Support System For Art. It's The Other Way Around.

The Wind Makes You Ache Is Some Place That Is Deeper Than Your Bones. It May Be That It Touches Something Old In The Human Soul, A Chord Of Race Memory That Says Migrate Or Die - Migrate Or Die.

Do You Happen To Have Another Condom? I Think I've Discovered The Cure For Headaches.