She Has Enough Black Eyeliner On To

The Right Story Needs The Right Telling.

And On The Last Day, The Bad Days Become So Difficult To Recall, Because One Way Or Another, She Had Made A Life Here, Just As I Had. The Town Was Paper, But The Memories Were Not. All The Things I’d Done Here, All The Love And Pity And Compassion And Violence And Spite, Kept Welling Up Inside Me.

Memories Fall Apart Too.

She Said 'i Love You' As If It Were A Secret, And An Immense One.

By The Power Of The Superglue Beer Sword, I Designate You My Driver!