The Less I Needed, The Better I

Finally There Is Nothing Here For Death To Take Away.

He Asked, "what Makes A Man A Writer?" "well," I Said, "it's Simple, It's Either You Get It Down On Paper Or You Jump Off A Bridge. Writers Are Desperate People And When They Stop Being Desperate They Stop Being Writers." "are You Desperate?" "i Don't Know.

Never Envy A Man His Lady. Behind It All Lays A Living Hell.

Eleven Months. Now She's Gone Gone As They Go.

There's No Chance At All: We Are All Trapped By A Singular Fate.