Body And Soul. Two Different

The Wasting Of Finite Resources Is Everyones Business

It's Not The End. It's The Beginning.

It Was Nice To Be Alone, Not To Have To Smile And Look Pleased; A Relief To Stare Dejectedly Out The Window At The Sheeting Rain And Let Just A Few Tears Escape.

I Held You In My Hands, Wanderer, And You Were Beautiful.

You Know, Jacob, If It Weren’t For The Fact That We’re Natural Enemies And That You’re Also Trying To Steal Away The Reason For My Existence, I Might Actually Like You.