It kills me sometimes, how people die.

She took a step and didn't want to take any more, but she did.

He's most likely robbing the bank as a paycheck on the world for winning the ugliness prize at his local fete three years running.

Please, trust me, I most definitely can be cheerful. I can be amiable. Agreeable. Affable. And that's only the A's. Just don't ask me to be nice. Nice has nothing to do with me.

So many humans. So many colors.

Death waits for no man - and if he does, he doesn't usually wait for very long.

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.