I Mean, When The World Comes For

The Soul May Not Be Destroyed. The Soul Goes On Forever. Like The Number Pi, It Is Without Cessation Or Conclusion. Like Pi It Is A Constant. Pi Is An Irrational Number, Incapable Of Being Made Into A Fraction, Impossible To Divide From Itself. So, Too, The Soul Is An Irrational, Indivisible Equation That Perfectly Expresses One Thing: You.

Don't Mourn, Organise

You Think You Know Someone. But Mostly You Just Know What You Want To Know.

If You Didn't Have Me To Rake You Over The Coals Now And Then, There Wouldn't Be Any Fire In Your Life At All.

I Didn't Know The Inner Me Was Hungry," I Said To Art. "that's Because It Already Starved To Death.