And I Guess You Judge How Well

It's Actually Against My Religion To Laugh At Men Who Are Toting Guns.

Lying In The Bed That Had Once Held Two, Lisey Thought Alone Never Felt More Lonely Than When You Woke Up And Discovered You Still Had The House To Yourself. That You And The Mice In The Walls Were The Only Ones Still Breathing.

In Polite Society, We Call Our Obsessions Hobbies.

We Don't Know The Days That Will Change Our Lives. Probably Just As Well.

The Road To Hell Is Paved With Adverbs.