Relief Spilled Into Me. He Wanted To

I Do So Like All-encompassing Words. Verb, Adjective, Noun. Yes, You Are Shitted.

And Then There Are The Rare Ones Who Know Love, Who Understand It. Who Freely Give Of Themselves, Demanding Only A Return Of That Love,that Trust.

I'd Watch Your Mouth", He Said, Tilting His Head As He Looked At My Id."the Last Lunker Who Laughed At Her Picture Spent The Night In The Emergency Room With A Drink Umbrella Jammed Up His Nose".

Lately I’d Begun Carrying Pain Amulets In My Bag, Like Some People Have Breath Mints.

There Is Black. There Is White. Gray Is A Cowardly Excuse To Mix Our Wants With Our Needs.