I Don't Know How I Stay On

...into Hate, Into Refusal, Against Hope And Without Fear

This Is What Happens When You Try To Help People. You Get Screwed.

As We're Standing There I Realize We're Almost Exactly The Same Height. We Must Look Like The Dark And Light Side Of An Oreo Cookie, And I Think How Just As Easily It Could Have Been The Other Way Around. She Could Be Blocking My Path; I Could Be Trying To Slip Around Her Into The Dark.

That's The Thing About Faith. It Works.

It Is A Ruined-world, A Nonsense-place.