What Makes Life Life And Not A

At Least Half Of Your Mind Is Always Thinking, I'll Be Leaving; This Won't Last. It's A Good Buddhist Attitude. If I Were A Buddhist, This Would Be A Great Help. As It Is, I'm Just Sad.

Sometimes I Dream A Sentence And Write It Down. It’s Usually Nonsense, But Sometimes It Seems A Key To Another World.

My Religion Makes No Sense And Does Not Help Me Therefore I Pursue It.

Consider Incompleteness As A Verb.

Small, Red, And Upright He Waited, Gripping His New Bookbag Tight In One Hand And Touching A Lucky Penny Inside His Coat Pocket With The Other, While The First Snows Of Winter Floated Down On His Eyelashes And Covered The Branches Around Him And Silenced All Trace Of The World.