Remember That Time In The Minivan, Twenty

The Labyrinth Blows, But I Choose It.

I'm In Love With You, And I'm Not In The Business Of Denying Myself The Simple Pleasure Of Saying True Things.

This Star Won't Go Out. And It Won't. We Won't Let It.

We Idealize Them As Gods Or Dismiss Them As Animals.

You Just Gotta Tell Her, Man,’ I Said. ‘you Just Gotta Say, “angela, I Really Like You, But There’s Something You Need To Know: When We Go To My House And Hook Up, We’ll Be Watched By The Twenty-four Hundred Eyes Of Twelve Hundred Black Santas.