Possession, love can make us do some incredible things, right or horrible, “Stuff And Thangs” as Rick Grimes would put it and indeed it brings us back to life in some ways at least *cough* Life Itself. Will To Be Selfish
Silence is golden, and unfortunately, I gave it all up to run errands and to talk about other people shutting up which is probably the least offensive thing that I will say today and if only I sounded less stupid. Will Said Or Not
Last week I said everything was breaking apart but if the door was strong enough to hold Rose… well everyone said that she and Jack didn’t belong together anyway, but yeah I’m drowning in everything but the obvious. Hold The Door Will.
Keep it together, and to that I mean my zipper because everything else feels like it’s breaking apart and I’m not sure I should be opening up about any of this stuff, but it’s almost too much. “Tearing Me Apart Willie” well he, it, so much more.
I’m no hero, but at the same time I don’t want to be just cannon fodder, and for sure I’m not Atlas trying to carry the whole world, but maybe somebody should tell that to my e-mail account or the guy wanting me to donate. No More Heroes Anymore
Somebody once said, go into a business where you’ll always be needed and somebody else said, all you need is love so that sounds like a plan. We Bought A Harem and I want to “um yeah her, her and a few more hers” like animals, biology sigh?
Bask in the glory, of all our problems as the song goes but what are we crying about because there is someone that always has it worse and we’re being selfish? “What Validates A Problem”, is this yet something else I can’t answer?
In the words of Mystik Spiral “when I hate your guts, we’ll still be freakin’ friends” but how about all the times I spill my guts and the fact that my guts really hurt right now for another reason other than fear maybe… “You Have The Guts”