And The Price For Being A Homo-hater

A Joy That Hurts With Sadness A Sadness That Is Pleasurable A Pleasure Full Of Terror A Terror That Excites An Excitement That Calms A Calmness That Frightens.

The Plain Unwelcome Fact Is That Sometimes Life Stymies You.

Life Is Not Like A Novel, But A Novel Can Be Like Life. The Best Ones Always Are.

Self Pity Is A Disease Which Does Not Kill But Corrodes.

And Trust Dies From Ifs And Buts