What Molds Us Is What Maims Us.

It's Hard To Close The Door On Optimistic Expectations When You Love Someone.

He Wanted To Ask Her What Sound A Heart Made When It Broke From Pleasure, When Just The Sight Of Someone Filled You The Way Food, Blood, And Air Never Could, When You Felt As If You'd Been Born For Only One Moment And This, For Whatever Reason, Was It.

And He Hated Himself And Hated Her,too, For The Ruin They'd Made Of Each Other.

Patrick Kenzie Asking A Bemused Waitress For A Newspaper In Smalltown Usa. 'it's Like A Homepage Without A Scroll Button?'

In Greek Tragedy, They Fall From Great Heights. In Noir, They Fall From The Curb.