We are all special cases.

We are, all of us, made of the same carbon-based decaying matter that returns to the dust upon which we stand each day. And yet, each phrase uttered upon the earth will circle around the world until there is no place left without a sound or the mark of a faint whisper. We fill the air with thoughts, thoughts not original but borne of different times. And what if the kind words we say run into the terrible words of others... Do they stop, remove their clothes and say, "Good morning" or ask, "Where are you coming from...?" "Can we be friends if I promise to love you for what you are?" I know it's too late... I should've given you a reason to stay.

Reality Sandwiches

You crazy bluey-eyed bastard, East my dust...