The Lucky Ones Are Just Born Dead.

No Matter How Much You Love Someone, You Still Want To Have You Own Way.

People Fall So In Love With Their Pain, They Can’t Leave It Behind. The Same As The Stories They Tell. We Trap Ourselves.

It's Easy To Cry When You Realize That Everyone You Love Will Reject You Or Die.

The Little Boy Smiled Back At All The Angry Faces Glaring In At Him. And The Little Boy Blew Kisses.

I Am The All-singing, All-dancing Crap Of This World.... I Am The Toxic Waste By-product Of God's Creation.