She Needed To Talk, She Needed To

I Used To Think That It Was Better To Have Too Much Than Too Little, But Now I Think If The Too Much Was Never Supposed To Be Yours, You Should Just Take What Is Yours And Give The Rest Back.

At Moments When Life Is At Its Worst There Are Two Things You Can Do: 1.) Break Down,lose Hope And Refuse To Go On While Lying Face Down On The Ground Banging Your Fists And Kicking Your Legs, Or 2.) Laugh. Bobby And I Did The Latter.

It's Funny How People Mark Their Lives, The Benchmarks They Choose To Decide When The Moment Is More Of A Moment Than Any Other. For Life Is Made Of Them. I Like To Think The Best Ones Of All Are In My Mind, That They Run Through My Blood In Their Own Memory Bank For No One Else But Me To See.

Hundreds Of Butts In Piles On The Ground To Mark The Spot, Their Lives Sucked Out Of Them By Their Users In Panicked Distressed Frenzy, Their Souls Floating Around The Insides Of Lungs While Their Outsides Were Dropped, Stamped On And Deserted

Love Can Change Us Beyond Recognition, We Become Love-sick, Soft-eyed Jelly-bellied Fools.