He cannot rest sober.
Blackout #142
It breaks his heart that all his hours seem in vain
Blackout #140
I can't promise you anything. I said solemnly.
Blackout #139
Day dissolves in new moon dreams
Blackout #138
She was anointed with dust in silence.
Blackout #137
Left to find her heart's desire like a California wildfire, fearless
Blackout #136
They were still milking it for all it was worth. Public outcry at a stand still
Blackout #135
It was crumbling around him
Blackout #134
It meant the world but it seemed silly now.
Blackout #133
Life would explode but her pride stood in the way.
Fragment of a Figment 