Evil Would Always Come To Me Disguised

Fantasy Is One Of The Soul's Brighter Porcelains.

Walking The Streets Of Charleston In The Late Afternoons Of August Was Like Walking Through Gauze Or Inhaling Damaged Silk.

It Is An Art Form To Hate New York City Properly. So Far I Have Always Been A Featherweight Debunker Of New York; It Takes Too Much Energy And Endurance To Record The Infinite Number Of Ways The City Offends Me.

The English Language On Her Tongue Became A Smoke-screen, Without Her Eyes Changing Expression In The Least.

I Only Hope To Do Well Enough Before I Die To Have A House As Big As My Rich Uncle Ed And Aunt Carole.