First we take Manhattan,

then we take Berlin.

Important enough

that you need some sense of being able to abandon it.

You can't treat it

like any other thing.

Failing

to describe a feeling.

Things I'm giving up for lent.

I'm giving up on love.

A hell of a knack for killing a conversation.

The Last Detail - Carl Kane's breasts/10. There's little here I don't love. Like 'Down By Law,' a cast of characters united by circumstance rather than a real, careful liking, and when the circumstance ends, so does any connection they have to each other. It's like getting stuck in an elevator and telling the other person exactly who you are and then walking out without saying goodbye.

Dear girl who gave me a brownie,

I love you.

She was last seen flying out of Cadmus

riding atop Grokk, the Living Gargoyle.

It's taken us years

to find in ourselves the strength to concede.

And where for five months he ran free

and replayed his only fond memory.

Historically oppressed. Repeatedly marginalized.

Made to stand on stupid lines.

You need not find a cure

for everything that makes you weak.

I won't pretend that we're on the winning end.

But when did that matter before anyway.

How strange it is

to be anything at all.

And when her spirit left her body,

how it split the sun.