...and In Freedom, Most People Find Sin.

You Say Into My Cracks And I Saw Into Yours.

At Some Point We All Look Up And Realize We Are Lost In A Maze.

Dating You Would Be Like A Series Of Unnecessary Root Canals Interspersed With Occasional Makeout Sessions.

She Was Not An Adventure, She Was Not A Fine And Precious Thing. She Was A Girl.

We’re As Likely To Hurt The Universe As We Are To Help It, And We’re Not Likely To Do Either.