so long and thanks for all the fish!

I always thought the choice was mine. And I was right, but I just chose wrong.

There are many reasons I cannot always tell you what I want to tell you, but the main reason is that you need to find it out for yourself. I could preach, and teach, and shout, and explain, but no lesson is as powerful as the lesson learned on one’s own.

So in this letter I am yours. Not Garden's, not your mission's, but yours, alone.

Maybe when you tell your friends you can tell them what you saw in me and not the way I am.

I see only the intruder’s shadow, in that deep purple glow. It is– it is the man from the lighthouse! He is holding something! The dangerous, dangerous angel is with him! The man is holding something! No! How did you–He is holding-Don’t come any nearer! He is holding a cat.

Why is everyone punching me so softly today?? JUST QUIT THE HITTING AND FINISH THE JOB!

Are we living a life that is safe from harm? Of course not. We never are. But that’s not the right question. The question is are we living a life that is worth the harm?

And it's a blast to high-achieve, but only cause approval is the root of what I need. I guess I'll study something else, but this type I won't hate myself.

Today I will wear my white button down. I can at least be neat, walk out and be seen as clean.

A new man came into town today. Who is he? What does he want from us? Why his beautiful and perfect haircut? Why his perfect and beautiful coat? He says he is a scientist. Well...we have all been scientists at one point or another in our lives. But why now? Why here?

Either way, I'm not alone. I'll find a new place to be from. A haunted house with a picket fence, to float around and ghost my friends.

Confused? At a loss for what to do? Wow, sounds like you're human. Good luck.

“Dear resident,” you wrote often. “Finally, some good news in this dreary world! At last, a reason not to kill yourself!” Then you would delete that and write something else, and it would be sent out, and it would not be read by anyone.

I see only the intruder’s shadow, in that deep purple glow. It is– it is the man from the lighthouse! He is holding something! The dangerous, dangerous angel is with him! The man is holding something! No! How did you–He is holding-Don’t come any nearer! He is holding a cat.

I'm the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition.

There are many reasons I cannot always tell you what I want to tell you, but the main reason is that you need to find it out for yourself. I could preach, and teach, and shout, and explain, but no lesson is as powerful as the lesson learned on one’s own.

Are we living a life that is safe from harm? Of course not. We never are. But that’s not the right question. The question is are we living a life that is worth the harm?

Mom, am I still young? Can I dream for a few months more?

I love you. I love you. I love you. I'll write it in waves. In skies. In my heart. You'll never see, but you will know. I'll be all the poets, I'll kill them all and take each one's place in turn, and every time love's written in all the strands it will be to you.

And it's a blast to high-achieve, but only cause approval is the root of what I need. I guess I'll study something else, but this type I won't hate myself.