Because It's His Bad Luck To Be

I'm Doing One Of Three Things: I'm Writing. I'm Staring Out The Window. Or I'm Writhing On The Floor.

I'll Confess It Is Pleasant To Look At You Asleep. You're Quite Beautiful, Clarice.

Ready When You Are, Sergeant Pempbry.

The Very Air Had Screams Smeared On It. He Flinched From The Noise In This Silent Room.

Nothing Made Me Happen. I Happened.