A Little Tantrum In Real Life Seems

I'd Rather Be A Freak Than A Clone.

Life Is What You Celebrate. All Of It. Even Its End.

The Process Of Giving Is Without Limits.

To Be Closed From Everything, And Yet To Feel, To Think...this Is The Truth Of Hell, Stripped Of Its Gaudy Medievalisms. This Loss Of Contact.

Everything Comes Home, My Mother Used To Say; Every Word Spoken, Every Shadow Cast, Every Footprint In The Sand. It Can't Be Helped; It's Part Of What Makes Us Who We Are.