In My Palm I Can Feel The

Everything You See, You Might Be Seeing For The Last Time.

The Sports Arena Julie Calls Home Is Unaccountably Large, Perhaps One Of Those Dual-event 'super Venues' Built For An Era When The Greatest Quandary Facing The World Was Where To Put All The Parties.

I Want Life And In All Its Stupid Sticky Rawness.

I Sigh Inside, So Exhausted By These Ugly Questions, But When Did A Monster Ever Deserve Its Privacy?

Enough White Lies Can Scorch The Earth Black.