Sorry To Be So Cynical, But This

I Close My Eyes. And I Scream. If My Whole World Is Crashing Down Around Me, Then I Am Going To Make The Sound Of The Crashing. I Want To Scream Until All My Bones Break.

We Pencil-sketch Our Previous Life So We Can Contrast It To The Technicolor Of The Moment.

If Goodness Can't Come From Bad Things, It Makes Bad Things Unbearable.

Little Less Than A Promise, And A Little More Than A Chance.

Long Live Protest Songs, In Whatever Form They Take.