Isn't It Funny How Danger Makes People

I Remember Every Single Spot Of Light That Ever Gouged A Shadow Beside Your Bones.

Something In Me Vibrates To A Dusky, Dreamy Smell Of Dying Moons And Shadows.

She Quietly Expected Great Things To Happen To Her, And No Doubt That’s One Of The Reasons Why They Did.

Mr. Fitzgerald-i Believe That Is How He Spells His Name-seems To Believe That Plagiarism Begins At Home.

Memories Should Be Sharp When One Has Nothing Else To Live For