I am called Yet I cannot follow I am chastized Yet I cannot obey The fear has kept me well
I killed her. I don’t know why. She made me angry, I guess. But she made me angry every day.
It’s sad the lives we lead. I mean, truly. What the hell do we think we’re doing anyway? Putzing around,
“Are you not thirsty?” said the Lion. “I’m dying of thirst,” said Jill. “Then drink,” said the Lion. “May I–could
I see you in the distance Like a fire burning bright I want you but I can’t have you ‘Cause
My mother sent me a King Cake!!! Oh the joys of yummy goodness! I think my friends have concluded that I’ve lost my mind,
– The rain spatters on the road. I can hear it from the bed as it coerces me from slumber.