God may forgive you if He chooses, but not I. Au revoir.

I want to be Tragedy, I want to be Juliet, I want to be Romeo. Thus with a kiss I die.

Heyday, now that is a funny word ain’t it? Part of a heyday is, you don’t never know you are having yourself one till later when it’s all over with, long gone.

People can act so nice, bringing you food and all, but in the end they are nothing but buzzards. Waiting to pick your bones.