I Don't Fiddle Or Edit Or Change

I Hope That's True, Because I Figured Out Why I'd Never Finished It, What I Was Waiting For. I Was Waiting For You, Clare. For Them. For Us. I Want To Finish It Up For You, For Them, For Us.

I Won't Consider Getting Horizontal With Someone I Can Barely Tolerate When We're Vertical.

He Handed Her Her Cap And Sunglasses, Then Put On His Own While She Frowned At Them. “what Is This?” “a Disguise.” He Grinned At Her. “dobie Wants You To Wear Them. Let’s Give Him A Break, Or He Might Order Fake Mustaches And Clown Noses Off The Internet.” She Rolled Her Eyes, But Put Them On. “and What, This Makes Us Look Like Twins? Where Are Your Tits?” “you’re Wearing Them, And May I Say They Look Spectacular On You.”' - Chasing Fire

Life Is Like A Moustache. It Can Be Wonderful Or Terrible. But It Always Tickles.

Why Is It You Think You'll Live Forever And Why Do You Want To, I'd Like To Know, When You Deny Yourselves So Many Of The Basic Pleasures In Life?