I Am Sincere, Ma Petite, Even When

My Writing Style Is Very Sensual, As In Sensory Detail

I Hate Being Awake At Three In The Morning. It Is The Godforsaken Heart Of Darkness When The Body Runs Slow, And The Brain Runs Slower, And All You Want To Do Is Sleep. But I Had Promises To Keep, And Miles To Go Before I Could Sleep. Or At Least A Couple Of Miracles To Perform Before I Could Go To Bed.

Mercy Will Get You Killed, But Sometimes It's All That Makes Us Human.

I Wondered If I Had Offended Him. I Wondered If I Cared.

I Enjoy My Anger, It’s The Only Hobby I Have.