To Write Something, You Have To Risk

As They Die, The Ones We Love, We Lose Our Witnesses, Our Watchers, Those Who Know And Understand The Tiny Little Meaningless Patterns, Those Words Drawn In Water With A Stick. And There Is Nothing Left But The Endless Flow.

The Fact That I Loved You Was The Greatest Lie I Have Ever Lived.

Our Language Needs Endless Synonyms For Beautiful; The Eyes Could See What The Tongue Cannot Possibly Describe.

No One Is Safe From Nature's Savagery,not Even The Innocent. Only Beauty Is Consistent. Gabrielle Envisions A Time When The Savage Garden Will Overtake Civilizations And Destroy It.

Evil Is A Point Of View ... God Kills, And So Shall We; Indiscriminately ... For No Creatures Under God Are As We Are, None So Like Him As Ourselves. God Kills Indiscriminately And So Shall We. For No Creatures Under God Are As We Are None So Like Him As Ourselves.