Evolutionary Theory Informs Our Understanding Of Some

It Was The Single Forgiving Phrase In The Syntax Of Weaponry I Had Strapped About Me. The Rest Were Unequivocal Sentences Of Death.

Take What Is Offered And That Must Sometimes Be Enough.

If They Asked How I Died Tell Them: Still Angry.

We All Get Our Dreams Stamped On From Time To Time, Right? And If It Didn’t Hurt, What Kind Of Second-rate Dreams Would They Be?

Certainly A Decade And A Half Out In The Real World, Bashing My Head Against Things, Probably Made Me Into A More Textured Writer. It Gives You Something To Write About.