There Are No Happy Endings, Only Breaks

Fear. Blame. Don't Forget. Mom. I Love You. -lauren Oliver, Delerium

The Salt Blowing Off The Sea Makes The Air Feel Textured And Heavy.

Maybe This Is The Secret To Talking To Boys--maybe You Just Have To Be Angry All The Time.

As Steve Draws Me Closer To The Band, All I Can See Is A Frenzied Mass Of Seething, Writhing People, Like A Many-headed Sea Snake, Grinding, Waving Their Arms, Stamping Their Feet, Jumping. No Rules, Just Energy - So Much Energy, You Could Harness It; I Bet You Could Power Portland For A Decade. It Is More Than A Wave. It's A Tide, An Ocean Of Bodies.

Mistake, Mistake, Mistake. A Strange Word: Stinging, Somehow.