Keys Show Up When You

I Didn’t Need You, You Idiot. I Picked You. And Then You Picked Me Back.

That's How Writing Works, At Least For Me: Even The Stuff That Doesn't Work Out Gets Funneled Into The Stuff That Does Work Out.

She Smiled With All The Delight Of A Kid On Christmas Morning And Said, "y'all Smoke To Enjoy It. I Smoke To Die." - Alaska

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

Maybe Life Is Not About Accomplishing Some Bullshit Markers.