We're Better Off. But I Don't Know

Therefore. Ergo. Erg. Argh. Ugh.

With What You Were Talking About Before. The World Being Broken. Maybe It Isn't That We're Supposed To Find The Pieces And Put Them Back Together. Maybe We're The Pieces." Nick Says. "maybe," Nick Says, "what We're Supposed To Do Is Come Together. That's How We Stop The Breaking.

Who Else Would Find Me At Just This Moment? First He Found Me Drunk, Now He Found Me Cleaning Up Poo From A Barking Pony Who Was About To Go Into Attack Mode.

But I Know The Difference. Everyone Else Is A Ghost. I Exist Here Alone, Stranded By Choice. Deserted.

There. I've Said Everything I Wanted To Say Without Actually Having To Use The Words "please Stay