I Hated The Words. Each

Life, Like The Boring Drunk At The Office Party, Keeps Seeking You Out, Leaning On You, Killing You With Pointless Yarns And Laughing Bad-breathed In Your Face At Its Own Unfunny Jokes.

That's The Problem With Being Alive ... You've Got To Keep Thinking Of What To Do.

Once You've Stopped Loving Someone Breaking His Or Her Heart's Just An Unpleasant Chore You Have To Get Behind You. My God, You Really Don't Love Me Anymore, Do You? No Matter Your Decency The Victim's Incredulity's Potentially Hilarious. You Manage Not To Laugh.

Nothing Holds Love Together Like Shared Vice Or Collusive Perversion.

Home Pulls. It Draws You Back To Tell You You Don't Belong.