Our Disappointment Sits Between Us.

Never Trust A Man In A Jumpsuit

It Was Sad, It Was Sad, It Was Sad. When Betty Came Back We Didn't Sing Or Laugh, Or Even Argue. We Sat Drinking In The Dark, Smoking Cigarettes, And When We Went To Sleep, I Didn't Put My Feet On Her Body Or She On Mine Like We Used To. We Slept Without Touching. We Had Both Been Robbed.

What Matters Most Is How Well You Walk Through The Fire

Great Art Is Horseshit, Buy Tacos.

...having Nothing To Struggle Against They Have Nothing To Struggle For.