Now I'd Rather Be Infected

This Is What We Are Made For: Promises, Pledges, And Sworn Oaths Of Obedience.

Maybe Next Time, But Probably Not.

There Are Some Losses We Never Get Over.

Huamns, Uregulated, Are Cruel And Capricious; Violet And Selfish; Miserable And Quarrelsome. It Is Only After Their Instincts And Basic Emotions Have Been Controlled That They Can Be Happy, Generous, And Good.

Funny How Time Heals. Like That Bullet In My Ribs. It's There, I Know It's There, But I Can Barely Feel It At All Anymore.