We're All Wounded In Some Way, Im

Safety And Love Are Both Illusions!

Once Desire Was Turned On, Combustion Gave It A Life Of Its Own. Once It Was Turned On It Became A Raging Wildfire, Uncontrollable And Uncontainable, The Type Of Conflagration That Had To Be Allowed To Burn Itself Out.

Every Man Kills The Things That He Loves. Some With A Look, Some With Flattery, The Coward With A Kiss.

Hate Isn't Healthy, It Damages The Hater More Than The One Who's Hated!

We See What We Want To See. We Idealize Each Other With Our Own Fantasies.