Even If You Are Not Ready For

Each Body Has Its Art.

Already I Am No Longer Looked At With Lechery Or Love.

First Fight. Then Fiddle.

I've Always Thought Of Myself As A Reporter. When People Ask Why I Don't Stop Writing, I Say, `look At What's Happening In This World. Every Day There's Something Exciting Or Disturbing To Write About.’ With All That's Going On, How Could I Stop?

Exhaust The Little Moment. Soon It Dies. And Be It Gash Or Gold It Will Not Come Again In This Identical Guise.