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People Do Too Much. They Say Too Much.

There Is A Loneliness In This World So Great That You Can See It In The Slow Movement Of The Hands Of A Clock

Love Is Kind Of Like When You See A Fog In The Morning, When You Wake Up Before The Sun Comes Out. It's Just A Little While, And Then It Burns Away... Love Is A Fog That Burns With The First Daylight Of Reality.

I Was Only Photographing In Words The Reality Of It All.

Don't Ever Write A Novel Unless It Hurts Like A Hot Turd Coming Out.