Sometimes Desire Is Air, Sometimes Desire Is

Once Time Is Lit, It Will Burn Whether Or Not You're Breathing It In. Even After Smoke Becomes Air, There Is The Memory Of Smoke. I Am Seeing As If By The Light Of A Match, A Glimpse Of My Life And Having It Feel Right.

There Are Things I Miss," You Said. "but If I Didn't Have You, I'd Miss More.

Because What's The Point Of Something Virtual If It Doesn't End Up Being Real?

I'm Not A Very Happy Person," I Told Him."but Sometimes I Can Trick Myself Into Thinking I Am.

Tiny: Did Someone Die? Me: Yeah, I Did. He Smiles Again At That. Tiny: Well, Then... Welcome To The Afterlife.