Your Welcome Means More To Me, Ivy

Hovering Near Panic, Trying To Focus But Finding It Hard To Open My Eyes. My Heart Was Pounding. I Couldn’t Get Enough Air, And I Couldn’t Find The Desire To Push Her Away

The Undead Did Not Love, But They Remembered Love With A Savage Loyalty.

The Mad Have A Grace All Their Own

I Suddenly Realized That A Bunch Of My Friends Needed Babysitters And Vowed To Start Screening My Calls.

Listen Before You Draw Your Battle Lines, Lest You Alienate Your Allies.