All Sorts Of Yayness Floods My Brain.

Funerals...are For The Living.

He Puts The Killing Thing In His Mouth But Doesn't Give It The Power To Kill Him.

We Acknowledge That Being The Person God Made You Cannot Separate You From God's Love.

All The Things Paper-thin And Paper-frail, And All The People Too.

And As Paralyzing And Upsetting As All The Never Agains Were, The Final Leaving Felt Perfect. Pure. The Most Distilled Possible Form Of Liberation.