Lou's Such An Old Punk

The Handwriting Was A Girl’s. I Mean, You Can Tell. That Enchanted Cursive.

The Universe Doesn't Decide What's Right Or Not Right. You Do.

The Best Is When We All Go At Once, Like An Army Of Interrelated Popcorn Zombies Who Laugh The Same Laughs And Gasp The Same Gasps And Aren’t So Germ-phobic With Each Other That We Won’t Share A Ginormous Coke With One Straw. Family Is Useful Like That.

Why Do You Lie" I Ask Her. "to Block The Truth." Fair Enough. Naomi Goes On. "where Did We Get It In Our Heads That We Need Truth All The Time? Sometimes Lies Are Nice, You Know? You Don't Have To Know The Truth All The Time. It's Too Exhausting.

Books. I'd Probably Spend All My Time Alone And Lost In Books If I Could. It's Easier That Way.