If You Try To Breathe Water, You

The Touch Of Evil Poisons By The Idea Of It. Reject The Idea, And You've Rejected The Evil

So, What Do You Do When You Know You Have Two Days To Live? Eat An Entire Bitter Chocolate Death Cake All By Myself. Reread My Favorite Novel. Buy Eight Dozen Roses From The Best Florist In Town--the Super Expensive Ones, The Ones That Smell Like Roses Rather Than Merely Looking Like Them--and Put Them All Over My Apartment. Take A Good Long Look At Everyone I Love.

She Poured The Water, Arranged Some Bread Near Enough The Embers To Scorch But Not Catch Fire, And Looked Up At Little John. She Was So Accustomed To His Step, To His Bulk, That It Took A Moment To Notice His Face; And When She Did . . . It Was, She Thought, Rather Like The Moment It Took To Realize One Had Cut One's Finger As One Stared Dumbly At The First Drop Of Blood On The Knife-blade. You Know It Is Going To Hurt Quite A Lot In A Minute.

I Didn’t Want To Know That The Monster That Lived Under Your Bed When You Were A Kid Not Only Really Is There But Used To Have A Few Beers With Your Dad.

Perhaps It Is A Human Thing, To Look Upon Such Beauty And Fail To Encompass It.