And, then there were none.

First there was one.
Then there was two.
If she was there,
she'd make it rhyme with you.

I quite love her.
Perfectly balanced, is the relationship.
Perfect.

I want to watch a movie about a man who wants to sleep with his daughters friend, and a boy who wanders around with a camera.

I wonder how people deal with loss. It seems awfully frightening.
I feel great busts of hatred, and its not without target.

'You wear nothing, but you wear it so well.'
Sometimes, there's just much too much beauty.

I broke small parts of two of my teeth. Guavas don't like me.
Neither does happiness nor that single thread of thought.

For, then there were none.