The Who's Who Of Future Failures.. And Other Great Myths

Throw it away. Close your eyes and put the speaker next to my pillow. Love is just going on because. Morbid final attempts to get real. My mattress feels like a coffin, but my corpse deserves a parade around the country. I can't touch my toes. I never could. There's no stretch in this imagination. I just want hotels and stories.

She has it all... the "what ifs" and 'I coulds."