Either a species learns to control its own population, or something like disease, famine, war, will take care of the issue.

People don't listen, they just wait for their turn to talk.

Disaster is a natural part of my evolution toward tragedy and dissolution.

The cancer I don't have is everywhere now.

The best fights don't occur between strangers. They occur between friends who trust each other.

And if you believe that we really have free will, then you know that God can't really control us. And since God can't control us, all God does is watch and change channels when He gets bored.

Inside me is the same desperate hope I have watching the ravenous dead and thinking, Oh please, oh please, oh please. The craving inside of me is to be clutched at by some dead girl. To put my ear to her chest and hear nothing. Even getting munched on by zombies beats the idea that I'm only flesh and blood, skin and bone. Demon or angel or evil spirit, I just need something to show itself. Ghoulie or ghosty or long-legged beastie, I just want my hand held.