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It's Salt. Why Don't You Sprinkle Some On Me, Honey? Aren't I Just Good Enough To Eat?

This Is The End Of Our Sentence

Writers And Artists Build By Hand Little Worlds That They Hope Might Effect Change In Real Minds, In The Real World Where Stories Are Read. A Story Can Make Us Cry And Laugh, Break Our Hearts, Or Make Us Angry Enough To Change The World.

Life Doesn't Have Plots And Subplots And Denouements. It's Just A Big Collection Of Loose Ends And Dangling Threads That Never Get Explained.

Sometimes I Pretend Not To Look At My Own Characters, Because That's Like Different People Getting Off With Your Girlfriend Or Something.