I Love You Present Tense.

All Hurt Is Brain Hurt.

It Turns Out That, Somehow, There Are A Tremendous Number Of Things To Be Optimistic About.

You Either Have A Great Social Life And Shitty Taste In Music, Or A Fantastic Taste In Music With Barely Any Social Life.

The Marks Humans Leave Are Too Often Scars. You Build A Hideous Minimall Or Start A Coup Or Try To Become A Rock Star And You'll Think "they'll Remember Me Now," But (a) They Don't Remember You, And (b) All You Leave Behind Are More Scars. Your Coup Becomes A Dictatorship. Your Minimall Becomes A Lesion.

It Was Not Enough To Be The Last Guy She Kissed. I Wanted To Be The Last One She Loved.