What Are We But Our Stories?

I Recommend You Stick To Your Own Species, Shy Babe." P. 155

Not Saving You From This Storm, Mutant,” He Said. “saving You For Your Later Fate, We Are.” His Voice Was Weirdly Inflected And Metallic, Like An Automated Answering Machine. “oh, Good. Yoda Captured Us,” Fang Whispered.

What Was Premeditated Murder If Not Calculated Leverage?

Our Parents Were A Test Tube And A Turkey Baster.

And I Think That Everything In Life Is Kind Of Unreal, Isn't It?