I Made The Remark That I Don't

I Can't Feel A Thing; All Mournful Petal Storms Are Dancing Inside The Very Private Spring Of My Head.

There's An Infinite Amount Of Hope But Not For Us.

I Like To Make Use Of What I Know

I Do Not Read Advertisements. I Would Spend All Of My Time Wanting Things.

Each Of Us Has His Own Way Of Emerging From The Underworld, Mine Is By Writing. That's Why The Only Way I Can Keep Going, If At All, Is By Writing, Not Through Rest And Sleep. I Am Far More Likely To Achieve Peace Of Mind Through Writing Than The Capacity To Write Through Peace.