Even Without Wars, Life Is Dangerous.

I Am A Collection Of Dismantled Almosts.

And We Are Magic Talking To Itself, Noisy And Alone. I Am Queen Of All My Sins Forgotten. Am I Still Lost? Once I Was Beautiful. Now I Am Myself

Life Is A Trick, Life Is A Kitten In A Sack.

Be Careful Of Words, / ... They Can Be Both Daisies And Bruises.

True. There Is A Beautiful Jesus. He Is Frozen To His Bones Like A Chunk Of Beef. How Desperately He Wanted To Pull His Arms In! How Desperately I Touch His Vertical And Horizontal Axes! But I Can't. Need Is Not Quite Belief.