I Have This Almost Pathological Fear Of

The Desert Weed Lives On, But The Flower Of Spring Blooms And Wilts.

Time Can Be A Greedy Thing-sometimes It Steals The Details For Itself.

I Read Actual Physical Books And Have Thus Far Avoided The Electronic Lure.

A Man's Heart Is A Wretched, Wretched Thing. It Isn't Like A Mother's Womb. It Won't Bleed. It Won't Stretch To Make Room For You.

Life Is A Train, Get On Board.