If Men Only Felt About Death As

How Long Did It Take For A Past To Die?

Now When I Die, I Shall Only Be Dead.

As Her Analyst Had Told Her: The Deeper Buried The Distress, The Further Into The Body It Went. The Digestive System Was About As Far As It Could Go To Hide.

Really Now, Search Your Soul, Lovie-is The Vampire So Bad? All He Does Is Drink Blood.

I'm Sitting In My Office Trying To Squeeze A Story From My Head. It Is That Kind Of Morning When You Feel Like Melting The Typewriter Into A Bar Of Steel And Clubbing Yourself To Death With It. (“advance Notice”)