But intolerant,narrow minds with no imagination are like parasites that transform the host,change form,and continue to thrive. They're a lost cause, and I don't want anyone like that coming in here.

Everyone just keeps on disappearing. Some things vanish, like they were cut away. Others fade slowly into the mist. And all that remains is a desert.

As long as I kept my body moving I could forget about the emptiness inside.

Become like a sheet of blotting paper and soak it all in. Later on you can figure out what to keep and what to unload.

If you try to use your head to think about things, people don't want to have anything to do with you

If you remember me, then I don't care if everyone else forgets.

Were the stars out when I left the house last evening? All I could remember was the couple in the Skyline listening to Duran Duran. Stars? Who remembers stars? Come to think of it, had I even looked up at the sky recently? Had the stars been wiped out of the sky three months ago, I wouldn’t have known.