People In Hell Want Snowcones.

I Think Things Happen Between People For A Reason.

"do Little Pink Fairies Sing And Dance In Your World, Peabody?" "sometimes, When It's Very Quiet And No One Else Can See."

Men Are Boys In Bigger Packages.

Alone In Her Shelter, She Allowed Herself Tears. When Her Shelter Cooled To The Touch She Called To Gull, “coming Out!” She Eased Her Head Out Into The Smoky Air, Looked Over At Gull. She Imaged They Both Looked Like A Couple Of Sweaty, Parboiled Turtles Climbing Out Of Their Shells. “hello, Gorgeous.” She Laughed. It Hurt Her Throat, But She Laughed. “hey, Handsome.

Life Is Never As Long As We Want It To Be, And Wasted Time Can Never Be Recovered.