I Am A Dolt Of

I'm Going To Open Another Vottle. Not A Vottle, But A Bottle. You Open It And I'll Drink It. And You Try To Write As Much As I Did Without Falling Off Of Your Chair.

It’s Never Quite Right, All The Things We Are Taught, All The Loves We Chase, All The Deaths We Die, All The Lives We Live.

Death Meant Little To Me. It Was The Last Joke In A Series Of Bad Jokes.

How Can You Be True And Kind At The Same Time? How?

We Are Hardly Ever As Strong As That Which We Create.