It Is Not Peace We Seek But

Life Is More Complicated Than We Think, Yet Far Simpler Than Anyone Dares To Imagine

I Have Been Thinking About The Girl I Met Last Night In The Mirror: Dark On The Marble-ivory White: Glossy Black Hair: Deep Suspiring Eyes In Which One's Glances Sink Because They Are Nervous, Curious, Turned To Sexual Curiosity.

Truth Disappears With The Telling Of It.

Every Man Is Made Of Clay And Diamond, And No Woman Can Nourish Both.

I'm Trying To Die Correctly, But It's Very Difficult, You Know.