To Call You Excrement Would Be An

..she Had That Brand Of Pragmatism That Would Find Her The First Brewing Tea After Armageddon.

There Is No Delight The Equal Of Dread

A Monster Lies In Wait In Me,a Stew Of Wounds And Misery.but Fiercer Still In Life And Limb,the Me That Lies In Wait In Him

True Joy Is A Profound Remembering; And True Grief The Same.

So We Make Stories Of Our Own, In Fevered And Envious Imitation Of Our Maker, Hoping That We'll Tell, By Chance, What God Left Untold. And Finishing Our Tale, Come To Understand Why We Were Born.