I look at her wish we could go inside and make love on the couch. Dive inside each other. Take each other. Make each other. Nothing happens, though.

You’re a human, you should understand self-obsession.

I could introduce myself properly, but it's not really necessary. You will know me well enough and soon enough, depending on a diverse range of variables. It suffices to say that at some point in time, I will be standing over you, as genially as possible. Your soul will be in my arms. A color will be perched on my shoulder. I will carry you gently away.

I always marvel at the humans' ability to keep going. They always manage to stagger on even with tears streaming down their faces.

You can do all manner of underhanded nice things when you have a caustic reputation.

A small but noteworthy note. I've seen so many young men over the years who think they're running at other young men. They are not. They are running at me.

We both laugh and run and the moment is so thick around me that i feel like dropping into it to let it carry me.