Everything about me remembers everything about you

I may have been a Wayward, but my way was full of people who loved me. They were the only way I knew

In death, lie. In living, cry. Carry me home to remember to be remembered.

It almost felt like she was sucking it all out of me, like she sucked on that sticky red lollipop, the one she kept licking as she drove.

Who can judge the judge?

Because life goes on, L. The birds do their thing, and the bees do theirs. Seeds get scattered, and everything grows back.

They really hate you, yes they do. They hate everyone, how 'bout you?