Drugs Bring Us To To The Gates

Shaw Writes As If It Were Always Midday.

Home Again, I Can Groan, Scratch, And Talk To Myself.

Happiness Is Often Hard-hearted.

I Am Forbidden Sugar, Fat, And Alcohol. So Hooray, I Guess, For Oatmeal, Lemon Juice, And Chicken Soup.

Minds Will Wander Even During The Last Judgment.