The Basic Rule Of Storytelling Is 'show,

I Wrote Before I Could Write. I Got My Hands On A Journal, Maybe A Hand-me-down; I Had Three Older Siblings. My First Entries Are In The Handwriting Of The Sister Closets In Age (5 Years My Senior). She Must Have Gotten Tired Of My Dictations Because She Gave Up And Then My Blocky Scrawl Shows Up. I Wrote Plays As A Kid Mostly.

I Prefer True Over Happy Now.

I Feel Too Much. It's Like Being Drummed To Death From Within. You Know?

I've Never Thought There Was Anything I Could Hope To Get By Praying For It.

Basically If You Burst Into My Office The Walls Themselves Will Flutter As If Alive - Maybe That's The Reason For All The Wings In 'pure.