If You Don’t Claim Your Humanity, You

Discovering The 'impossible' Ending To A New Book Makes Me Sick With Joy And Relief.

Suicide Is Very Contagious.

These Flowers Will Be Rotten In A Couple Hours. Birds Will Crap On Them. The Smoke Here Will Make Them Stink, And Tomorrow A Bulldozer Will Probably Run Over Them, But For Right Now They Are So Beautiful.

You Only Ask People About Themselves So You Can Tell Them About Yourself.

Look Up At The Stars And You're Gone.