Any Woman Who Counts On Her Face

Oh, I Know That. You Know Me, Baby, I Cannot Be Broken. Takes A Giant To Snap Me In Half.

All Novels Attempt To Cut Neural Routes Through The Brain, To Convince Us That Down This Road The True Future Of The Novel Lies.

The Ideal Reader Cannot Sleep When Holding The Writer He Was Meant To Be With.

When The Male Organ Of A Man Stands Erect, Two Thirds Of His Intelect Go Away. And One Third Of His Religion.

It Was A Kiss From The Past.