The Body Is Simple As A Turtle

Suspense Is One Of The Ways You Persuade A Reader To Become Engaged And Stay Engaged With Your Work.

Pain Is A Forcing Sieve That Turns Me To Gruel.

Hope Sleeps In Our Bones Like A Bear Waiting For Spring To Rise And Walk.

The Anger Of The Weak Never Goes Away, Professor, It Just Gets A Little Moldy. It Molds Like A Beautiful Blue Cheese In The Dark, Growing Stronger, And More Interesting. The Poor And The Weak Die With All Their Anger Intact And Probably Those Angers Go On Growing In The Dark Of The Grave Like The Hair And The Nails.

Like Species, Couples Die Out Or Evolve.