Depression, Suffering And Anger Are All Part

Oleander Time, She Said. Lovers Who Kill Each Other Now Will Blame It On The Wind.

The Night Crackled ... Everything Had Turned To Static Electricity In The Heat. I Combed My Hair To Watch The Sparks Fly From The Ends.

If I Get Ideas Independently Of The Act Of Writing, They Never Really Fit. So For Me, There's No Hanging Out, Waiting For Inspiration.

I Wanted To Tell Her Not To Entertain Despair Like This. Despaire Wasn't A Guest, You Didn't Play Its Favorite Music, Find It A Comfortable Chair. Despair Was The Enemy." -white Oleander

Love Is A Check, That Can Be Forged, That Can Be Cashed. Love Is A Payment That Comes Due.