But Even If We Survive

I Don't Know How I Look, But I Know How I Feel: Young. Goofy. Infinite.

Like Everyone, I'm Saddened And Horrified By This. All I'll Say Is That I'm Personally Trying To Pay More Attention To The Victims Than To Their Murderer. I Certainly Will Not Be Mentioning The Murderer. I Don't Think He Warrants Our Attention-particularly Since He So Clearly Wanted It.

Maybe This Time She Wanted To Be Found, And To Be Found By Me.

But There's So Much To Do: Cigarettes To Smoke, Sex To Have, Swings To Swing On.

The Romans Knew It: Quod Me Alit Me Extinguit, They Said: That Which Nourishes Me, Extinguishes Me.