Our footsteps run, and I don't want them to end. I want to run and laugh and feel like this forever. I want to avoid any awkward moment when the realness of reality sticks its fork into our flesh, leaving us standing there, together. I want to stay here, in this moment, and never go to other places, where we don't know what to say or what to do.

That's typically what writers do; we just sit around complaining most of the time. And the better things are going, the more they complain.

I'm asking you, I'm begging you, could you please shut your mouth for just five minutes?" You can imagine the reaction. They ended up in the basement.

You can do anything when it's not real. When it is real, nothing breaks your fall. Nothing gets between you and the ground.

Together, they would watch everything that was so carefully planned collapse, and they would smile at the beauty of destruction.

Personally, I like a chocolate-covered sky. Dark, dark chocolate. People say it suits me. I do, however, try to enjoy every color I see - the whole spectrum. A billion or so flavors, none of them quite the same, and a sky to slowly suck on. It takes the edge off the stress. It helps me relax.

Have you ever noticed that idiots have a lot of friends? It's just an observation.