It's Redundant To Die In Los Angeles.

I'm Not A Philosopher.

I Told You: You Can Make Yourself Love Anybody.

It Is Very Seldom That A Person Loves Anyone They Cannot In Some Way Envy.

If You Happen To Capture My Imagination For Some Reason And I Decide To Write About You And You Don't Like What I Wrote About You, Which Is Entirely Possible, Then Yes, I'm A Dangerous Writer.

So The Days, The Last Days, Blow About In A Memory, Hazy Autumnal, All Alike As Leaves: Until A Day Unlike Any Other I've Lived