When Martha reopened the bottle of wine from the previous week's party, a vinegary whiff indicated that drinking it was out of the question.

They think it's weird. Some people think it's a cute weird in a quirky way, some a creepy weird in a stalkerish, he's hiding bodies in a barrel way.

As I stand at the edge of existence; nameless shores of infinity. Perpetual unbirth unraveling distance, clandestine truths unveiled.

He’s been on the smoking cessation wagon for two weeks now.