Don't Want To Get Tipsy And Break

The Thought Has Cheered Me, And I'd Like To Hang Onto That. Must Protect My Little Pockets Of Happiness.

I Was Always Searching, Always Seeking The Next Big Thing, Because That Was The Thing That Was Going To Make Everything All Right Again. And While I Was Working Toward It, It Gave Me Something To Think About Other Than That Thing I Couldn't Put My Finger On. But It Always Came Back.

When Did I Stop Being Me?

We Traveled For Two Weeks With A Pickled Hippo.

Why The Hell Shouldn't I Run Away With The Circus?