Our Bones Ache Only While The Flesh

Life Is Painful, Nasty And Short.. In My Case It Has Only Been Painful And Nasty.

I Am Not A Critic; To Me Criticism Is So Often Nothing More Than The Eye Garrulously Denouncing The Shape Of The Peephole That Gives Access To Hidden Treasure.

Sleep Demands Of Us A Guilty Immunity.

To Think Is To Be Sick.

There Is Always More Surface To A Shattered Object Than A Whole.