I'm Damned If I'm Going To Be

People Who Say Not To Speak Ill Of The Dead Are Hypocrites, Because You Can Take It Ot The Bank They're Thinking Ill.

She Gazed Toward The Marsh That Grew Thicker, Deeper, Greener With Approaching Summer. Mosquitoes Whined In There, Breeding In The Dark Water. Alligators Slid Through It, Silent Death. It Was A Place Where Snakes Could Slither And Bogs Could Suck The Shoe Right Off Your Foot. And It Was A Place, She Thought, That Went Bright And Beautiful With The Twinkling Of Fireflies, Where Wildflowers Thrived In The Shade And The Stingy Light. Where An Eagle Could Soar Like A King. There Was No Beauty Without Risk. No Life Without It.

You--roarke." Eyes Watering, She Reached For More Tissue. "jesus, Eve. Jesus Christ, You Never Sleep With Anybody. And You're Telling Me You Slept With Roarke?" "that's Not Precisely Accurate. We Didn't Sleep.

Because When You Hate Something, You Stop Doing It.

Lots Of People Think Things Would Be Better Some Other Way. That's Why The World's Lousy With Theme Parks.