I Write Only Because There Is A

I, To You, Am Lost In The Gorgeous Errors Of Flesh.

I Have Never Found Anybody Who Could Stand To Accept The Daily Demonstrative Love I Feel In Me, And Give Back As Good As I Give.

The Sun Gives You Ulcers, The Wind Gives You T.b. Once You Were Beautiful.

I Want To Be Silverly Beautiful.

There Is Nothing Like Puking With Somebody To Make You Into Old Friends.