I'm In Love, Truly, Madly, Deeply In

Home Pulls. It Draws You Back To Tell You You Don't Belong.

My Parents Believe In The Happy Endings To The Stories Of Their Children.

The Rain's Been Racing Earthwards As If With Some Religious Or Political Fanaticism. The Clouds Have The Look Of Dark Internal Bleeding. Surely You Lot Look Up From Cosmo While This Sort Of Thing's Going On? Surely You Take A Playstation Break?

Every Present Anger Derives From Past Weakness.

If Im Going To Invest The Time In A Novel, I Want Something More Than The Entertainment You Get Out Of Most Genre Fiction.