How Could I Know A Famished Heart

I Rarely Ever Put My Head Above The Rampart And See Where This Big Lumbering Behemoth Called 'global Literature' Is Going.

Reality Is The Page. Life Is The Word.

This Isn’t Lust. Lust Wants, Does The Obvious Love Is Greedier. Love Wants Round-the-clock Care; Protection; Rings, Vows, Joint Accounts; Scented Candles On Birthdays; Life Insurance. Babies. Love’s A Dictator.

I Feel Like Something Important Has Happened To Me. Is This Possible?

Trees're Always A Relief, After People.