Worker Bees Can Leave. Even Drones Can

I Am The Child Of A Lunatic. Not A Child Of God.

Without Pain, Without Sacrifice We Would Have Nothing. Like The First Monkey Shot Into Space.

Isn't A Kid Alive Who Doesn't Dream About Rewarding Her Folks, Or Punishing Them.

The Police Are Asking Through The Bedroom Door, Why Did I Make A Batch Of Strawberry Daiquiris Before I Called Them? Because We Were Out Of Raspberries. Because, Can't They See, It Just Does Not Matter. Time Was Not Of The Essence.

I Hate How I Don't Feel Real Enough Unless People Are Watching.