Jesus But People Got Weird When They

The Small Seed Of Despair Cracks Open And Sends Experimental Tendrils Upward To The Fragile Skin Of Calm Holding Him Together.

I've Never Been One To Tear The Social Fabric.

And If You Ever Do A Survey, You'll Find That People Prefer Illusion To Reality, Ten To One. Twenty, Even.

Make Notes—i’ve Lost More Material Than I’ve Ever Written. Contrary To Popular Opinion, It’s Not Still Up There In One’s Brain. It’s In Outer Space And It Ain’t Coming Back.

For Me Being Depressed Means You Can Spend All Day In Bed, And Still Not Get A Good Night's Rest.