I Don't Have A Master. I'm Not

He'd Kill You All Right. No Sweat. But For The Wrong Reasons. Amateur's Reasons. Of Course, You'll Be Just As Dead.

He Didn't Look The Least Bit Tired. A Morning Person, Even After No Sleep At All. It Was Disgusting.

Your Heart Is Not A Wound To Be Poked At To See If The Scab Is Ready To Come Off. You Can Be Healed Of That Very Old Pain, If You’ll Just Let It Happen. (marianne)

What Does It Mean When The Monsters Are So Afraid Of You That You Make Them Cry? That Maybe Monster Depends On Which End Of The Gun Your On, Or That I Was Just That Good At My Job.

Graves Are For The Living, Not The Dead. It Gives Us Something To Concentrate On Instead Of The Fact That Our Loved One Is Rotting Under The Ground.