I've always known I'd be a bank robber.
So judge all you want ladies and gentlemen.
Because you never did become an astronaut.
We could be friends.
Just say hello.
Robots in Disguise.
Louis XIV
Wolf Parade.
Arcade Fire.
The Sound Of My Own Voice.
Jupiter Monkeys.
You know what? Fuck beauty contests. Life is one fucking beauty contest after another.
"What was that?"
"Owls."
"What, pretending to be wolves?"
"They're very good mimics."
"What?"
"Look, don't worry about wolves, ok? I know how to deal with them. If a wolf approches, you simply punch it on the nose."
"That's sharks, innit!"
"Works for any animal."
It didn't matter in the end how old they had been, or that they were girls, but only that we had loved them, and that they hadn't heard us calling, still do not hear us, up here in the tree house, with our thinning hair and soft bellies, calling them out of those rooms where they went to be alone for all time, alone in suicide, which is deeper than death, and where we will never find the pieces to put them back together.