People Populate The Darkness; With

Entropy And Optimism: The Twin Forces That Make The World Go Around.

That's Sexism, That Is. Going Around Giving People Girly Presents Just Because They're A Girl.

The Search For The Word Gets No Easier But Nobody Else Is Going To Write Your Novel For You.

Then One Stupid Person, No Different From Any Other Stupid Person, Wanders Into Your Stupid Life... You Give Them A Piece Of You. They Don't Ask For It. They Do Something Dumb One Day, Like Kiss You Or Smile At You, And Then Your Life Isn't Your Own Anymore.

It's Harder To Pick And Choose When You're Dead. It's Like A Photograph, You Know. It Doesn't Matter As Much.