Here I am leaving you clues. I am singing now while Rome burns. We are all just trying to be holy. My applejack, my silent night, just mash your lips against me. We are all going forward. None of us are going back.

The way you slam your body into mine reminds me I’m alive, but monsters are always hungry, darling.

You see, I take the parts that I remember and stitch them back together to make a creature that will do what I say or love me back.

You play along, because you want to die for love, you always have.

Sometimes you get so close to someone you end up on the other side of them.

Vanity, in a fairy tale, will make you evil. Vanity in the real world will drive you nuts. Vanity makes you say things like “I deserved a better life than this.

Who am I? I'm just a writer. I write things down. I walk through your dreams and invent the future. Sure, I sink the boat of love, but that comes later. And yes, I swallow glass, but that comes later.