Where Are We? (jericho) Noir’s Happy Place.

In All The Universe, Your Mother Is The Only Thing That Truly Scares Me, Especially Where You’re Concerned. I Don’t Ever Want To Be On Her Dark Side. (adron) Ha Ha. And Need I Remind You My Mother Wasn’t The One Screaming At The Pool When You Got Shoved In. (devyn) Yeah, All Right, So We Both Have Screwed-up, Irrational Mothers. (adron)

It’s A Brilliant Song! C’mon…’every Day Is Like Survival. You’re My Lover, Not My Rival.’ What Could Be More Meaningful Than That? (jesse)

Writers. For Some Reason, A Lot Of You Reject What You Hear And See In Your Heads. If You Go Too Long Ignoring It, It Builds Up And Then You Do All Sorts Of Weird Things. Mumble To Yourself. Nightmares. Day-dreams. Total Anarchy And Chaos. Before You Know It, The Writer Is Either Sitting In Corner Feverishly Humming To His- Or Herself Or On Prozac. You’re Not On Prozac, Are You? (esther)

I'm Not Human, Ms. Deveraux. In Case You Haven't Noticed, I'm One Of The Damned. (valerius) Baby, Open Your Eyes And Look Around. We're All Damned In One Way Or Another. But Damned Is A Far Cry From Dead. And You Live Like You're Dead. (tabitha) I'm That, Too. (valerius)

Bubba There Zombies.....and There Trying To Eat Me!" -nick Gautier