Not Gay, Just Never Met The Right

I Thought I Was Your Destination. Looks Like I Was Just Another Stop On The Line.

Every Hour Wounds. The Last One Kills.

Childhood Memories Are Sometimes Covered And Obscured Beneath The Things That Come Later, Like Childhood Toys Forgotten At The Bottom Of A Crammed Adult Closet, But They Are Never Lost For Good.

For Me, I Would Rather Read A Good Book, From A Contented Author. I Don't Really Care What It Takes To Produce That.

If You Can't Eat It, Drink It, Smoke It, Or Snort It... Then F*ck It!