You Can't Doubt So Much,

It Was Always A Relief When She Came Home To Him. Like Water Or Food. Like Music Or That Moment When You Cut Yourself With A Knife And Squeeze The Skin And No Blood Oozes Out.

What Sexual Preference Do You Hope She Has?” “happiness.” Isnt That Cool?

I Dreamed You Were Standing In This Dark Place And You Touched These Dead Flowers And They Lit Up Like They Were Electric Or Something. Electric Lilies. Lighting Up The Valley.

Maybe Any Love We Ever Have Is An Angel In Whatever Form.

I Dont Know About Happily Ever After... But I Know About Happily, Weetzie Bat Thought.