But you, my soiled teenage girlfriend, and how you furrow like a lioness. And we are vagabonds, we travel without seat belts on. We live this close to death.

Oh, adhere to me, for we are bound by symmetry.

Taking a lamp, I enter my room. Thinking of sleep, I sit on my bed. I touch the wick. The lamp goes out: Nirvana. My mind is freed.

"I urge you to please notice when you are happy, and exclaim or murmur or think at some point, 'If this isn't nice, I don't know what is.'" - Kurt Vonnegut

Her hips spoke broken English as we danced among the French.

Peace out, Fubar. See you in a week.

is a punk rocker, yes he is.