S.M. Reine

Dying is as natural as being born, and all of us have to face it someday. Some sooner than others. It's difficult to understand the meaning of it all. The question isn't, 'Why do we die?' The correct question is, 'Why do we live?

The question isn't "Why do we die?" The question is "Why do we live?

So what, you assumed you__ show up before the dance and I__ magically be ready to go? I need warning to get beautiful.

What about nightmares? Have you experienced sexual dreams of a dark nature?

In the beginning, there was the earth, formless and empty. Darkness hung over the surface of the deep. And then there was light. It spilled over the waters, vast and powerful, and its creation severed the unity that had come before. This light was a separate entity from the darkness. Something novel and cruelly different. The spirits called it __ay._ Its opposite was called __ight._ Between them was evening and morning__he First Day. This division marked the end of peace in the universe. Everything has been pretty much fucked up since then.