Hunger. It's Like An Animal Trapped Inside

Things Are Really Weird Around Here, And Most Of Us Don't Know Everything. Half Of Everything.

Tonight, They’d Make Their Stand, Once And For All.

I Love The Sound Of It," Trina Whispers, As If Speaking Too Loudly Might Interrupt The Drumming Patter Of The Rain Outside. "it Makes Me Want To Sleep. Snuggle My Head Right Up In Your Armpit And Snore For Three Days." "my Armpit?" Mark Repeats. "good Thing We All Showered Up In The Storm This Morning. My Pits Smell Like Roses. Go Ahead And Get Comfy.

She Smiled For The First Time, And He Almost Had To Look Away, As If Something That Nice Didn’t Belong In Such A Glum And Gray Place, As If He Had No Right To Look At Her Expression.

I'm Gonnna Break Your Faces!