I tattered their wings and tore off their legs, joint by joint, watched them crawl in circles, like little lost infants, untill they decide to die.

Sometimes I'm not so sure just who I am either.

Spilling a Secret What its size, will have varying consequences. It’s not possible to predict what will happen if you open the gunnysack, let the cat escape. A liberated feline might purr on your lap, or it might scratch your eyes out. You can’t tell until you loosen the knot. Do you chance losing a friendship, if that friend’s well-being will only be preserved by betraying sworn-to silence trust? Once the seam is ripped, can it be mended again? And if that proves impossible, will you be okay when it all falls to pieces?

Coyotes hunt in packs, and so do assholes.

Girls are impossible to satisfy." "Not every girl." Not me. I'd be happy if he'd just like me a little.

How can I explain purposely setting foot on a path so blatantly treacherous? Was the fun in the fall?

I'd sleep outside naked in the blizzard,for you.