I Really Like Umbrellas. It's Like, I

I Was Struck By An Awful Thought, The Kind That Cannot Be Taken Back Once It Escapes Into The Open Air Of Consciousness; It Seemed To Me That This Was Not A Place You Go To Live. It Was A Place You Go To Die.

Our Fearlessness Shall Be Our Secret Weapon.

Her Primary Reason For Living And My Primary Reason For Living Were Awfully Entangled.

We Did A Few Things Worth Remembering, And I Wish For Someone To Remember Them.

Okay Is Bursting With Sensuality