Hate: Return To Sender; Address Unknown.

Do It Right, Regret Nothing.

The Primary Dues A Writer Or Any Artist Pays Is To Remain Sentient, And To Forfeit The Illusionary Luxury Of Such Anesthetics As Avoidance, Numbness, And Denials.

There Are Infinite Possibilities.

Poetry Is Our Heart, Our Spirit, Our Soul. Call It Whatever; Without It, Everything Else Is Nothing But Hardware.

How Enlightened Is Wearing God Like Some Do Versace?