Take A Writer Away From His Typewriter

Human Relationships Simply Aren't Durable. I Think Back To The Women In My Life. They Seem Non-existent.

The History Of Melancholia Includes All Of Us.

I Sit Here Drunk Now. I Am A Series Of Small Victories And Large Defeats And I Am As Amazed As Any Other That I Have Gotten From There To Here Without Committing Murder Or Being Murdered; Without Having Ended Up In The Madhouse. As I Drink Alone Again Tonight My Soul Despite All The Past Agony Thanks All The Gods Who Were Not There For Me Then.

As The Spirit Wanes The Form Appears

Magic Persists Without Us No Matter What We May Do To Try To Spoil It