Art Is Something You Choose To Make...

...where's The Skill In Being A Hero If You Were Always Destined To Do It?

In Time, In Time They Tell Me, I'll Not Feel So Bad. I Don't Want Time To Heal Me. There's A Reason I'm Like This. I Want Time To Set Me Ugly And Knotted With Loss Of You, Marking Me. I Won't Smooth You Away. I Can't Say Goodbye.

A Sickly Little Smile Grew And Died On His Mouth Like A Fungus.

Anything For Gold And Experience.

My Job Is Not To Try To Give Readers What They Want But To Try To Make Readers Want What I Give.