Fear Of My Cruel Impulses Makes Me

The Meaning Of Today Will Not Be Clear Until Tomorrow.

I Would Like To Be A Figment Of My Own Imagination, But Belly And Bowels Will Not Permit.

Whether I Give To A Beggar Or Not, His Existence Puts Me In The Wrong.

Romance Is Tempestuous. Love Is Calm.

Lead The Reader Toward The Thought, Then Stop A Little Short.