Love Is A Horse With A Broken

Places To Hunt Places To Hide Are Getting Harder To Find, And Pet Canaries And Goldfish Too, Did You Notice That?

I Often Stood In Front Of The Mirror Alone, Wondering How Ugly A Person Could Get.

The Crowd Is The Gathering Place Of The Weakest; True Creation Is A Solitary Act.

Hate Contains Truth. Beauty Is A Facade.

I Had Noticed That Both In The Very Poor And Very Rich Extremes Of Society The Mad Were Often Allowed To Mingle Freely.