I Don't Listen To Music When I'm

Anything Based On Ancient Texts Is Difficult For A Modern Reader To Get Their Head Around.

Places Do Not Lose Their Identity, However Far One Travels. It Is The Heart That Begins To Erode Over Time. The Face In The Hotel Mirror Seems Blurred Some Mornings, As If By Too Many Casual Looks. By Ten The Sheets Will Be Laundered, The Carpet Swept. The Names On The Hotel Registers Change As We Pass. We Leave No Trace As We Pass On. Ghostlike, We Cast No Shadow.

Somehow The Anticipation Of Pain Can Be Even More Troubling, More A Misery Than The Pain Itself.

Divination Is A Means Of Telling Ourselves What We Already Know.

I Could Do With A Bit More Excess. From Now On I'm Going To Be Immoderate--and Volatile--i Shall Enjoy Loud Music And Lurid Poetry. I Shall Be Rampant.