We Flashed Our Feathers When The Feathers

Sometimes What We Call Love Is Just A Settling Of Old Scores, Or A Seeking Of Forbidden Pain, Or A Circuitous Path To The Kingdom Of Cruelty, Or She May Simply Have Confused Lack Of Capital With Heroism While Searching For Rescue Without Knowing From What.

A Woman Whose Smile Is Open And Whose Expression Is Glad Has A Kind Of Beauty No Matter What She Wears.

Reader, You Forget That Economics Precedes Religion; Worship Grew Out Of Eating, Not The Other Way Around.

It Is Hard To Hold On To Friendships When People Move Away To Another State Or To Another World.

What Other People Think Of Me Is Not Really My Major Concern In Life. What Other People Think Of What I Write Is Another Matter.