A Poem Begins In Delight And Ends

Time And Tide Wait For No Man, But Time Always Stands Still For A Woman Of 30.

The Sidelong Glance Is What You Depend On.

I Hold It To Be The Inalienable Right Of Anybody To Go To Hell In His Own Way.

Yes, And Even For The Past...that It Will Turn Out To Have Been All Right For What It Was. Something I Can Accept. Mistakes Made By The Self I Had To Be Or Was Not Able To Be.

There's Nothing I'm Afraid Of Like Scared People.