Life Is Not Like Gloomy Sunday, With

History Written In Pencil Is Easily Erased, But Crayon Is Forever.

Oh, And I Certainly Don't Suffer From Schizophrenia. I Quite Enjoy It. And So Do I.

Once Upon A Time Is Now.

Simply Put, If You Are A Wayward Victorian Girl, I'll Find You.

Why Can I Never Go Back To Bed? Who's Is The Voice Ringing In My Head? Where Is The Sense In These Desperate Dreams? Why Should I Wake When I'm Half Past Dead?