Laughing And Love. They Are Both Drugs.

One Of The Beautiful And Terrible Things About America Is You Can Go There And Still Be Whatever You Want, If You Bust Your Ass And You Have Some Luck.

I've Always Wondered What It Would Be Like If The Messiah, Or Christ Returned, Were Actually Alive And Living In Our Society; Who Would That Person Be, How We Would Identify Them, How Would They Live And What Would They Believe In, How Would Society React To Them? I Decided To Try And Tell My Idea Of That Story.

Trauma Is Survivable, But Often Not Much More. It Kills You While Allowing You To Still Live.

This Girl With Nothing But Her Own Strength And A Desire To Be Free. With Nothing But A Beating Heart That Is Scared To Be Alone. With Nothing But Clear Blue Eyes That See Through Me And Understand Me. With Nothing But Open Arms Ready To Receive Me. To Stand By Me. To Walk With Me. To Love Me. I Love Her. Lilly. The Girl With Nothing And Everything. Lilly. I Love Her. A Tear Appears. She Smiles. She Leans Forward Kisses My Lips Softly Kisses Me And As Our Lips Touch Barely Touch She Whispers. I Love You Too, James. Our Lips Barely Touching She Whispers. I Love You. Whispers. I Love You.

I Just Think It's A Great World To Tell Stories In, To Tell Cool Stories: Money, Sex, Fame, And Scandal. Those Are Great Subject Matters To Work With.