Second Sight Is Redundant To

Forward Momentum Only Worked As A Strategy If One Had Correctly Identified Which Way Was Forward.

I Do Think, Half Of What We Call Madness Is Just Some Poor Slob Dealing With Pain By A Strategy That Annoys The People Around Him.

Poets Speak Of Hope In Ladies Smiles, But Give Me A Smirk Any Day, I Say.

Adulthood Isn't An Award They'll Give You For Being A Good Child. You Can Waste Years, Trying To Get Someone To Give That Respect To You, As Though It Were A Sort Of Promotion Or Raise In Pay. If Only You Do Enough, If Only You Are Good Enough. No. You Have To Just Take It. Give It To Yourself, I Suppose. Say, I'm Sorry You Feel Like That And Walk Away. But That's Hard

It Was Never What I Wanted To Buy That Held My Heart's Hope. It Was What I Wanted To Be.