Memories Are Their Own Descendents Masquerading As

The Song Instantly Insisted It'd Never Existed.

Faith, The Least Exclusive Club On Earth, Has The Craftiest Doorman. Every Time I've Stepped Through Its Wide-open Doorway, I Find Myself Stepping Out On The Street Again.

I’m Scared Of The Future. I’m Scared Of The Past. I’m Nervous At The Moment.

Trees're Always A Relief, After People.

Do Ants Get Headaches?