Form Is Never More Than An Extension

The Awful Thing, As A Kid Reading, Was That You Came To The End Of The Story, And That Was It. I Mean, It Would Be Heartbreaking That There Was No More Of It.

I Heard Words And Words Full Of Holes Aching.

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

I Will Go To The Garden. I Will Be A Romantic. I Will Sell Myself In Hell, In Heaven Also I Will Be.

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