What I'm Saying Is That I'm Trying

Sarcastic People Tend To Be Marshmallows Underneath The Armor

Some Tears Have To Be Cried No Matter What The Hour- Until They Are, They Simply Rave And Burn Inside.

Only Library Books Speak With Such Wordless Eloquence Of The Power Good Stories Hold Over Us.

You Discarded Most Of The Lies Along The Way But Held On To The One That Said Life Mattered.

It Would Perhaps Not Be Amiss To Point Out That He Had Always Tried To Be A Good Dog. He Had Tried To Do All The Things His Man And His Woman, And Most Of All His Boy, Had Asked Or Expected Of Him. He Would Have Died For Them, If That Had Been Required. He Had Never Wanted To Kill Anybody. He Had Been Struck By Something, Possibly Destiny, Or Fate, Or Only A Degenerative Nerve Disease Called Rabies. Free Will Was Not A Factor.