The Man In Ecstasy And The Man

My 'fear' Is My Substance, And Probably The Best Part Of Me.

In Argument Similes Are Like Songs In Love; They Describe Much, But Prove Nothing.

One Has Just Been Sent Out As A Biblical Dove, Has Found Nothing Green, And Slips Back Into The Darkness Of The Ark

Written Kisses Never Arrive At Their Destination; The Ghosts Drink Them Up Along The Way.

One Reads In Order To Ask Questions