I've Always Been Sort Of A Closet

One Of The Failures Of Cellular Communication Is That Tiredness Often Comes Across As Sadness.

The Handwriting Was A Girl’s. I Mean, You Can Tell. That Enchanted Cursive.

I Am Bigger Than The Box I'm In.

We Are The Ones Who Take This Thing Called Music And Line It Up With This Thing Called Time. We Are The Ticking, We Are The Pulsing, We Are Underneath Every Part Of This Moment. And By Making The Moment Our Own, We Are Rendering It Timeless. There Is No Audience. There Are No Instruments. There Are Only Bodies And Thoughts And Murmurs And Looks. It's The Concert Rush To End All Concert Rushes, Because This Is What Matters. When The Heart Races, This Is What It's Racing Towards.

The Best Is When We All Go At Once, Like An Army Of Interrelated Popcorn Zombies Who Laugh The Same Laughs And Gasp The Same Gasps And Aren’t So Germ-phobic With Each Other That We Won’t Share A Ginormous Coke With One Straw. Family Is Useful Like That.