and i am lost inside a memory; and i am a figment of reality

The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak	Being offended is for the weak	I used to like it, but it makes me sick to the stomach	And Yet We're All Strangers
we are trying to get a message back through the stargate	on the occasion of the city having fallen to the forces of evil, and there being no hope left among the people	it made me sick but kept me warm	Weak and stupid people manipulating other weak and stupid people
I keep telling you, this is a sick society.	I used to get sick quite often	A family is only as sick as its secrets.	weak coupling
Staying power like no other memory, aside from love