What Are We But Our Stories?

We Probably Looked Like Starving Orphan Children. Hey! We Were Starving Orphan Children.

Save Your World. Love It. Protect It, And Respect It And Don't Let Haters Represent It. Don't Leave The Saving To Anyone Else, Ever, Because, Exhibit A - Why, Hello There - It's Way Too Much For One Person. And If You Want To Skip Out On The Responsibility Train, My Whole Life - And Death - Will Have Been In Vain. It's Yours. It's All Yours For Taking! You're Not Going To Waste It Now, Are You?

Why Was The Blind Guy Playing With Matches, You Ask? Because He's Good At It. Anything To Do With Fire, Igniting Things, Exploding Things, Things With Fuses, Wicks, Accelerants . . . Iggy's Your Man. It's One Of Those Good/bad Things.

Max, You're The Last Of The Hybrids Who Still Has...a Soul.' ... 'she Doesn't Have Soul,' Gazzy Scoffed. 'have You Ever Seen Her Dance?

Dear God," Said Nudge Under Her Breath, "i Want Real Parents. But I Want Them To Want Me Too. I Want Them To Love Me. I Already Love Them. Please See What You Can Do. Thanks Very Much. Love, Nudge." Okay, So I'm Not Saying We Were Pros At This Or Anything. (max Thoughts)