No Matter How Wild Reality Was Obviously

Form Is Never More Than An Extension Of Content.

Love, If You Love Me, Lie Next To Me. Be For Me, Like Rain, The Getting Out Of The Tiredness, The Fatuousness, The Semi- Lust Of Intentional Indifference. Be Wet With A Decent Happiness.

I Heard Words And Words Full Of Holes Aching.

My Love's Manners In Bed Are Not To Be Discussed By Me

Writing Is The Same As Music. It’s In How You Phrase It, How You Hold Back The Note, Bend It, Shape It, Then Release It. And What You Don’t Play Is As Important As What You Do Say.