She climbed the stage in her slippers. She'll play you a song with one electric string.
I sit in the back, and I play my heart out. Benerawk.
Last night, it was hard to fall asleep with a lack of creative genius around me. Nobody even knows what to put on a pumpkin, and they think I am crazy when I hold a knife. There she goes, saying she knows everything, and walking away to get a class of green motor oil to swallow. All I need is a scuba diver to walk in the room, wet and dripping, and tell me that things can be just fine. But Kaylee is left-handed so I rest my head under some table, and rest on the floor for a few hours.

"Love is a fire. But whether it is going to warm your hearth or burn down your house, you can never tell."
-Joan Crawford