Please Call Me Eddie If

He Hoped And Prayed That There Wasn't An Afterlife. Then He Realized There Was A Contradiction Involved Here And Merely Hoped That There Wasn't An Afterlife.

The Dew Has Fallen With A Particularly Sickening Thud This Morning.

In The Stillness, A Fly Would Not Have Dared Clear It's Throat.

Pardon Me For Breathing, Which I Never Do Any Way So I Don’t Know Why I Bother To Say It, Oh God, I’m So Depressed.

I Find That Writing Is A Constant Battle With Exactly The Same Problems You've Always Had.