You Have Endless Ways You Can Commit

At Some Point, Your Memories, Your Stories, Your Adventures, Will Be The Only Things You'll Have Left.

I'm Always Identifying Some Fallacy In My Own Life. I'm Sort Of Making Fun Of Myself By Exploring And Unpacking Just Why I'm Sort Of Automatically Thrown To Be A Certain Way.

Still, It's Nice To Have One Person Who Knows All Your Secrets.

In The World I See You Are Stalking Elk Through The Damp Canyon Forests Around The Ruins Of Rock Feller Center. You'll Wear Leather Clothes That Will Last You The Rest Of Your Life. You'll Climb The Wrist-thick Kudzu Vines That Wrap The Sears Towers. And When You Look Down, You'll See Tiny Figures Pounding Corn, Laying Stripes Of Venison On The Empty Car Pool Lane Of Some Abandoned Superhighways.

Worker Bees Can Leave. Even Drones Can Fly Away. The Queen Is Their Slave.