I'm Insatiably Curious.

The Wind Always Brings Us Back To The Same Wall

In My Dreams I Gorge On Chocolates, I Roll In Chocolates, And Their Texture Is Not Brittle But Soft As Flesh, Like A Thousand Mouths On My Body, Devouring Me In Fluttering Small Bites. To Die Beneath Their Tender Gluttony Seems The Culmination Of Every Temptation I Have Ever Known.

People Reveal So Much Of Their Mental Processes Online, Simply Because The Psychological Effect Of Anonymity Just Means That A Whole Raft Of Inhibitions Are Left Alone When People Log On.

The Past Is An Obdurate Stranger That Puts As Many Marks On Us As We Attempt To Impose On It.

Life Is What You Celebrate. All Of It. Even Its End.