And Love Was Lightning And Remembrance

Each Man's Hell Is In A Different Place: Mine Is Just Up And Behind My Ruined Face.

If You Can't Write The Next Line, Well, You're Dead. The Past Doesn't Matter.

But My Whole Life Has Been A Matter Of Fighting For One Simple Hour To Do What I Want To Do. There Was Always Something Getting In The Way Of My Getting To Myself.

Boring Damned People. All Over The Earth. Propagating More Boring Damned People. What A Horror Show. The Earth Swarmed With Them.

She Was Consumed By 3 Simple Things: Drink, Despair, Loneliness; And 2 More: Youth And Beauty