I Was...a Journalist...though My Typical Beat Was

Demon, Angel, All The Same Thing If You Go Back Far Enough, Or Cut Deep Enough.

Perfect Night, Wasn't It?" "it Could Have Been." I Smiled Up At Him. "but You Were There.

Remember When We Met? Before You Left, You Said You Were Going To Make A Fool Of Yourself Over Me. That's Still What You're Worried About. That You'll Find Yourself Doing Things You Never Dreamed Of Doing, Things You Laughed At In Others, And You'll Make A Fool Of Yourself.

Hello, Aaron," Brigid Said, Sliding Up To Him And Running A Finger Down His Chest. "you're Looking Good . . . As Always." Aaron Lifted Her Finger Off His Shirt And Let It Drop. "put Some Clothing On, Brigid." She Smiled Up At Him. "why? Tempted?" "yeah, To Cover My Eyes.

Sometimes Humans Hit On A Moment Of Profundity More Complete Than Their Dim Minds Could Comprehend, And They Took That Nugget Of Truth And Dumped It In The Refuse For The Bards And The Poets To Find, And Mangle Into Yodeling Paeans Of Love.