I'm just saying it's not all sand castles and ninjas.

I've never done acid, finding it hard to go willingly to a place that could be frightening, hellish, and totally beyond my control. A place much like high school.

The vicar, whose name is Reverend Waite, leads us in prayers that all begin with 'O Lord' and end with our somehow not being worthy-sinners who have always been sinners and will forever more be sinners until we die. It isn't the most optimistic outlook I've ever heard but we're encouraged to keep trying anyway.

Careful there, Poet. I might start to believe you.

Beauty, grace, and charm my foot. It's a school for sadists with good tea-serving skills.

Because you don't notice the light without a bit of shadow. Everything has both dark and light. You have to play with it till you get it exactly right.

Why is it that some secrets can drown you while some pull you close to others in a way you never want to lose?