My favorite songs change every year.

I feel the flatline of my existence disrupting, forming heartbeat hills and valleys

Once you've arrived at the end of the world, it hardly matters which route you took.

It's a strange feeling, being so utterly surrounded by her. Her life scent is on everything. She's on me and under me and next to me. It's as if the entire room is made out of her.

Sometimes I wonder if he has a philosophy. Maybe even a worldview. I'd like to sit down with him and pick his brain, just a tiny bit somewhere in the frontal lobe to get a taste of his thoughts. But he's too much of a toughguy to ever be that vulnerable. - R on M

My friend "M" says the irony of being a zombie is that everything is funny, but you can't smile, because your lips have rotted off.

We smile, because this is how we save the world.