Our Faces Were No More

Cell Phones Are So Convenient That They're An Inconvenience.

Don't Feel Sorry For Yourself. Only Arseholes Do That.

If I Choose To Write About Sheep, It's Just Because I Happened To Write About Sheep. There Is No Deep Significance.

That's How People Live In The Real World: Forcing Stuff On Each Other.

Then When Dusk Began To Settle He Would Retrace His Steps, Back To His Own World. And On The Way Home, A Loneliness Would Always Claim His Heart. He Could Never Quite Get A Grip On What It Was. It Just Seemed That Whatever Lay Waiting "out There" Was All Too Vast, Too Overwhelming For Him To Possibly Ever Make A Dent In.