She's Cute, I Thought, But You Don't

I'm So Proud Of You That It Makes Me Proud Of Me. I Hope You Know That.

And Then I Was Asleep. That Deep, Can-still-taste-her-in-my-mouth Sleep, That Sleep That Is Not Particularly Restful But Difficult To Wake Up From All The Same.

Random Questions Are The Least Random Of All Questions.

But It Is The Nature Of Stars To Cross, And Never Was Shakespeare More Wrong Than When He Has Cassius Note, ‘the Fault, Dear Brutus, Is Not In Our Stars / But In Ourselves.

I Would Always Love Alaska Young, My Crooked Neighbor, With All My Crooked Heart.