Show Me A Hero And I'll Write

Kiss Me Now, Love Me Now.

Very Few Of The People Who Accentuate The Futility Of Life Remark The Futility Of Themselves. Perhaps They Think That In Proclaiming The Evil Of Living They Somehow Salvage Their Own Worth From The Ruin - But They Don't, Even You And I.

She Was A Dark, Unenduring Little Flower - Yet He Thought He Detected In Her Some Quality Of Spiritual Reticence, Of Strength Drawn From Her Passive Acceptance Of All Things. In This He Was Mistaken.

I See You're Looking At My Cuff Buttons." I Hadn't Been Looking At Them, But I Did Now.

I Know Myself," He Cried, "but That Is All-