Waffles Are Just Awesome Bread.

And People Are Moody, Dude. You Gotta Get Used To Living With People.

Not To Ask The Obvious Question, But Why Alaska?

I Realized It In Waves And We Held On To Each Other Crying And I Thought, God We Must Look So Lame, But It Doesn't Matter Much When You Have Just Now Realized, All The Time Later, That You Are Still Alive.

Because There Is No Glory In Illness. There Is No Meaning To It. There Is No Honor In Dying Of.

The Universe Is Biased Toward Consciousness Because The Universe Wants To Be Noticed. It's A Way Into Existential Hope That Doesn't Have Too Much Cliché Wrapped Around It.