I Guess I Could Debra

Leia Follows Me Like A Vague Smell.

He Doesn't Move His Face When He Talks. His Eyes Are Like Shark Eyes. Dead.

You're Only As Sick As Your Secrets. Either It Comes Out Their Way Or My Way. I Talk About Myself Behind My Back. And I'm Funny About It.

And When You're Young You Want To Fit In. Hell, I Still Want To Fit In With Certain Humans, But As You Get Older You Get A Little More Discriminating.

Revenge May Not Be A Particularly High Consciousness-oriented Activity.