Form Is Never More Than An Extension

Hopefully, I Write What I Don't Know.

God Give You Pardon From Gratitude And Other Mild Forms Of Servitude.

Love, If You Love Me, Lie Next To Me. Be For Me, Like Rain, The Getting Out Of The Tiredness, The Fatuousness, The Semi- Lust Of Intentional Indifference. Be Wet With A Decent Happiness.

Form Is Never More Than An Extension Of Content.

My Love's Manners In Bed Are Not To Be Discussed By Me