Death Is The Great Gamer With A

For You See, When Us People Who Know Run Into Each Other That's An Event. It Almost Never Happens. Sometimes We Meet Each Other And Neither Guesses That The Other Is One Who Knows. That's A Bad Thing. It's Happened To Me A Lot Of Times. But You See There Are So Few Of Us.

There Is No Stillness Like The Quiet Of The First Cold Nights In The Fall.

I Have More To Say Than Hemingway, And God Knows, I Say It Better Than Faulkner.

I Was Like A Cat Always Climbing The Wrong Tree.

I'm Not Explaining This Right. What Happened Was This. There Were These Beautiful Feelings And Loose Little Pleasures Inside Me. And This Woman Was Something Like An Assembly Line For My Soul. I Run These Little Pieces Of Myself Through Her And I Come Out Complete. Now Do You Follow Me?