She's So Thin She's Either

The Lucky Ones Are Just Born Dead.

Actually, Watching Television And Surfing The Internet Are Really Excellent Practice For Being Dead.

For Years Now, I've Wanted To Fall Asleep. The Sort Of Slipping Off, The Giving Up, The Falling Part Of Sleep. Now Sleeping Is The Last Thing I Want To Do.

When We Die, These Are The Stories Still On Our Lips. The Stories We’ll Only Tell Strangers, Someplace Private In The Padded Cell Of Midnight. These Important Stories, We Rehearse Them For Years In Our Head But Never Tell. These Stories Are Ghosts, Bringing People Back From The Dead. Just For A Moment. For A Visit. Every Story Is A Ghost.

Folks Build A Reputation By Attacking You While You’re Alive - Or Praising You After You Ain’t.