The Degree To Which I

I Have An Augustus Waters Fetish.

Let Us Go, Through Certain Half-deserted Streets, / The Muttering Retreats / Of Restless Nights In One-night Cheap Hotels / And Sawdust Restaurants With Oyster-shells: / Streets That Follow Like A Tedious Argument / Of Insidious Intent / To Lead You To An Overwhelming Question.../ Oh, Do Not Ask, 'what Is It?' / Let Us Go And Make Our Visit"' 'i'm In Love With You,' He Said Quietly.

What's The Meaning Of Life? Other People.

It's Nice To Have People Who Will Feel Guilty For You.

And Then Something Invisible Snapped Insider Her, And That Which Had Come Together Commenced To Fall Apart.