Lindsey: Questioning it all. To look is to gaze upon a 
soul that has no meaing. Forgive me, is something that 
you'll never do. Soulless bitter raptured by your pain. 
Shattered fragments reflect upon your face. Tortured 
thrown apart. To pick up the pieces of something lost 
long ago. Could blue eyes be so empty beneath. One more 
day and I'll be dead. A little more each day your hate 
creates a hole inside your heart.

Justin: "i am no longer sure of what i wanted to be, what 
i wanted you to be. but we are broken now, and all i can 
think of is 'wasted.' the tone of an undialed number is 
my best friend. replace bent laughter with tears. this 
contract tears me apart. and i wish that i could write it 
over again, and forge our signatures. at least that was 
i'd know we both were lying, and not just you anymore."
^^ originally a poem by a friend.

Stephen: small jestures to show what you are made of. i 
try to live poetically. two-hand-touching with the safety 
turned on.