Can't risk it. Either way. If you know there's an electric chair waiting for you at the end of two years, life can easily become quite pointless. At least you burn, and not drown. Would you remind me to breathe?
Thoughts should always be accompanied with a sub-title file. Or you should be allowed to talk in pictures. I wish everyone would paint. Giving up is easier in a gray world. The trick is to keep the black and white from separating.
The only constant that should be allowed to flicker is fire. And fire doesn't like being called a constant.
Is something eluding you, sunshine?
Join the club, darling.
Now playing: Red Hot Chili Peppers - She Looks To Me