Writing Is The Same As Music. It’s

God Give You Pardon From Gratitude And Other Mild Forms Of Servitude.

There Are A Lot Of Editorials That Have Nothing To Do With Anything Like That. But I Was Just Thinking Of That Sense Of Prose As Being Very Responsible And Perceptive, Thoughtful, Intimate, And Contriving A Quote Statement.

My Nature Is A Quagmire Of Unresolved Confessions.

Locale Is Both A Geographic Term And The Inner Sense Of Being.

Moon, Moon, When You Leave Me Alone All The Darkness Is An Utter Blackness, A Pit Of Fear, A Stench, Hands Unreasonable Never To Touch. But I Love You. Do You Love Me. What To Say When You See Me.