I Have Stitched Life Into Me Like

Once One Has Seen God, What Is The Remedy?

There Is A Certain Unique And Strange Delight About Walking Down An Empty Street Alone. There Is An Off-focus Light Cast By The Moon, And The Streetlights Are Part Of The Spotlight Apparatus On A Bare Stage Set Up For You To Walk Through. You Get A Feeling Of Being Listened To, So You Talk Aloud, Softly, To See How It Sounds.

Can A Selfish Egocentric Jealous And Unimaginative Female Write A Damn Thing Worthwhile?

After All, We Are Nothing More Or Less Than We Choose To Reveal.

I Must Be Lean & Write & Make Worlds Beside This To Live In.