By Tomorrow At This Time,

Silent White Light Filled The World. And The Righteous And Unrighteous Alike Were Consumed In That Holy Fire.

Outside, A Gusty October Breeze Was Combing Leaves From The Trees And Sending Them Across Her Backyard In Colorful Skitters.

Of Course When You Were Running With The Bottom Dogs, What You Mostly Saw Were Paws, Claws, And Assholes.

Talent Is Never Static. It's Always Growing Or Dying.

Books And Movies Are Like Apples And Oranges. They Both Are Fruit, But Taste Completely Different.