A Desert Blessing, An Ocean Curse.

As Much As Life Can Suck, It Always Beats The Alternative.

There Are Always Answers. We Just Have To Be Smart Enough.

The Feeling Of Loving Her And Being Loved By Her Welled Up In Him, And He Could Taste The Adrenaline In The Back Of His Throat, And Maybe It Wasn't Over, And Maybe He Could Feel Her Hand In His Again And Hear Her Loud, Brash Voice Contort Itself Into A Whisper To Say I-love-you As If It Were A Secret, And An Immense One.

I'm Not Saying It Was Your Fault. I'm Saying It Wasn't Nice.

Those Of Us Who Frequent The Band Room Have Long Suspected That Becca Maintains Her Lovely Figure By Eating Nothing But The Souls Of Kittens And The Dreams Of Impoverished Children.