I Love The One Who Punishes Me

Merciful Death. How You Love Your Precious Guilt

As For Oblivion, Well, We Can Wait A Little While For That.

Who Has A Right To Tell Me I Have No Gift, No Talent, No Passion ...' He Murmured. 'why Do People Say Those Things To You When Youre Young? Doesn't Seem Fair, Does It?' 'no, Darling, It's Not Fair,'she Said. 'but The Mystery Is Why You Listen.

Be Kind. Always If You Have A Choice, Be Kind.

For Always In Her There Was A Dark Place Full Of Despair And A Great Dividing Force To Make Meaning Because There Was None.