There Is No Ideal World

But I'm Not Afraid Of The Skeletons In Julie's Closet. I Look Forward To Meeting The Rest Of Them, Looking Them Hard In The Eye, Giving Them Firm, Bone-crunching Handshakes.

What Wonderful Thing Didn't Start Out Scary?

You Might Say That Death Has Relaxed Me.

We're Fumbling In The Dark, But At Least We're In Motion.

I Don't Want To Hear Music, I Don't Want The Sunrise To Be Pink. The World Is A Liar. Its Ugliness Is Overwhelming; The Scraps Of Beauty Make It Worse.