How Shameful. How Predictable! How Insipid. And

Oh, But When Love Is Reached Through Suffering, It Has A Power It Can Never Gain Through Innocence.

A Starving Child Is A Frightful Sight. A Starving Vampire, Even Worse.

There May Be Writing Groups Where People Meet But It's Occasional. You Really Do It All At Your Own Computer Or Your Own Typewriter By Yourself.

I Wasn't Sent Here To Find Angels! I Wasn't Sent Here To Dream Of Them. I Wasn't Sent Here To Hear Them Sing! I Was Sent Here To Be Alive. To Breathe And Sweat And Thirst And Sometimes Cry.

I Find At Moments I'm As Fragile As Glass.