(i Measure Time By How A Body

Civilization Is Over-rated, But There Isn't Much Else.

I Always Felt Mean, Jogging Back Over The Logging Road,as If I Had Broken The Natural Order Of Things In That Swampland;disturbed Some Rhythm, Old And Of Vast Importance,by Pulling Off Flesh From The Living Planet;as If I Had Committed, Against The Whole Scheme Of Life, A Desecration.

By Daily Dying, I Have Come To Be.

Love Is Not Love Until Love's Vulnerable.

Love Begets Love. This Torment Is My Joy.