To You Who Have Never Died, May

Being With People Makes Me Vomit. I Don't Like Em. I Never Did.

That Which Is Imagined Can Never Be Lost.

Give Me B Movies Or Give Me Death!

She's...just A Girl, You Know. Like Most Girls: Something And Nothing.

Even Winter — The Hardest Season, The Most Implacable — Dreams, As February Creeps On, Of The Flame That Will Presently Melt It Away. Everything Tires With Time, And Starts To Seek Some Opposition, To Save It From Itself.