I Think A Lot Of

People Just... Disappear," He Says. "the Earth Just Opens Up And Swallows People," I Say, Some What Sadly, Checking My Rolex. "eerie." Kimball Yawns, Stretching. "really Eerie." "ominous." I Nod My Agreement. "it's Just"- He Sights, Exasperated- "futile.

When The Going Gets Tough, The Tough Go Drinking.

People Can Get Accustomed To Anything, Right? Habit Does Things To People.

People Are Afraid To Merge.

I Don't Know Why I Write What I Write.