I Don't See Any Point In Nihilism...

For A Moment, She Was Quiet. Then She Grabbed My Hand, Whispered, “run Run Run Run Run,” And Took Off, Pulling Me Behind Her.

Youth Is Counted Sweetest By Those Who Are No Longer Young.

Easy Comfort Isn't Comforting

You Are Valuable And Rare And Worthy Of Love.

At The End, We Brought Her To New York, Where I Was Living, For A Series Of Experimental Tortures That Increased The Misery Of Her Days Without Increasing The Number Of Them.