She’s Not As Pretty As

One Can Bear Anything. The Pain We Cannot Bear Will Kill Us Outright.

A Cliche Is Everything You've Ever Heard Of.

Echo, The Death Of A Sound That Had Nowhere To Go But To Come Back.

Her Hatred Glittered Irresistibly. I Could See It, The Jewel, It Was Sapphire, It Was The Cold Lakes Of Norway.

And If There Is No God? You Act As If There Is, And It's The Same Thing.