The dead eat hope. We had none to give them, so they were pretty emaciated by the end.

Insensate revellers lulled by the howls of the unshriven dead	We turn our faces to what the eternal evening brings	My skull is but a padded cell, the walls of which my inner demons bounce off	Things that go bump
September 14, 2006	The Hardest Thing	I kiss your eyes. You are breakfast, summer, and streetlamps.	Counterfactual Post-Apocalyptic Dark Ages and the March of Progress
All Eyes and Hunger	Bravery in death?	A Lesson is Learned, but the Damage is Irreversible	The skies look dead tonight
My love will never die	Things they should teach in school	The 80s ended in 1995	Go ahead. I am merely a secondary character in your life story.
January 22, 2010	but the worm ended up killing them too	there was at that moment no one more rightful dead than that unknown and faceless man	Phishing
Be your own fiction. After that, the story almost writes itself.	Lonely, trying to fill herself with the concert	orphan