If It Looks Like A Hallway, Feels

Paranoia: The Gift Of The Survivor And The Burden Of The Overtired, Stressed, And Terrified.

I Am The Reality Of All Coyotes. The Archetype. The Epitome. You Are Just A Reflection Of Me.

Sometimes I Think I Live More Closely To The Past Than The Present.

Why Is It That All Cars Are Women?" He Asked. "because They're Fussy And Demanding," Answered Zee. "because If They Were Men, They'd Sit Around And Complain Instead Of Getting The Job Done," I Told Him.

Reluctantly, I Pulled Out My Necklace And Showed It To Them. Samuel Frowned. The Little Figure Was Stylized; I Suppose He Couldn't Tell What It Was At First. A Dog?" Asked Zee, Staring At My Necklace. A Lamb," I Said Defensively, Tucking It Safely Back Under My Shirt. "because One Of Christ's Names Is "the Lamb Of God."" Samuel's Shoulders Shook Slightly. "i Can See It Now, Mercy Holding A Roomful Of Vampire At Bay With Her Glowing Sheep." I Gave His Shoulder A Hard Push, Aware Of The Heat Climbing To My Cheeks, But It Didn't Help. He Sang In A Soft Taunting Voice, "mercy Had A Little Lamb.