I'm Incapable Of Hiding My Feelings When

People Reveal So Much Of Their Mental Processes Online, Simply Because The Psychological Effect Of Anonymity Just Means That A Whole Raft Of Inhibitions Are Left Alone When People Log On.

Death Should Be A Celebration. Like A Birthday. I Want To Go Up Like A Rocket When My Time Comes, And Fall Down In A Cloud Of Stars, And Hear Everyone Go: Ahh!

Clones Fit In. Freaks Stand Out. Ask Me Which One I Prefer.

The Process Of Giving Is Without Limits.

I Carried Recipes In My Head Like Maps.