Angels Are Just Pretty Insects.

She's So Small, Yet She Contains So Much Evil.

Nothing Evokes The Prurient Like Puritanism.

Words, Words, Words, A Million Million Words Circle In My Head Like Hawks, Waiting To Dive Onto The Page To Rend And Tear The Only Two Words I Want To Write. Why Me?

Life Is Messy. Would That Every Puzzle Piece Fell Into Place, Every Word Was Kind, Every Accident Happy, But Such Is Not The Case. Life Is Messy

So Now You're Death: Here's What You'll Need