I Like To Get To Bed With

Night Fell Clean And Cold In Dublin, And Wind Moaned Beyond My Room As If A Million Pipes Played The Air.

Rain Slowly Slides Down The Glass As If The Night Is Crying.

I've Always Believed Human Blood Is Red Because It Really Needs To Draw Attention To Itself.

Grief Was Like A Seizure That Shook Me Like A Storm.

I Stop Working At About 3 P.m. On Fridays.