It Was Like Being In

All Observations Of Life Are Harsh, Because Life Is. I Lament That Fact, But I Cannot Change It.

There Are Some Virtues To Not Saying What You Think All The Time.

We Pulled The Seeds Out And Scattered Them On Their Flossy Parachutes, Leaving Only The Leathery Brownish Yellow Tongue, Soft As The Inside Of An Elbow.

These Things Sneak Up On Him For No Reason, These Flashes Of Irrational Happiness. It's Probably A Vitamin Deficiency.

Each Form Has Its Pluses And Its Minuses.