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I'm Not An Experimental Artist. I Have No Talent For That. I Need A Certain Kind Of Antecedent Form To Follow.

I Don't Know What Will Happen To Me Without You. Only You. Only You Love Me. Out Of Everyone In The World.

I Don't Feel, Finally, That My Politics Are Entirely Determined By The Fact That I'm A Gay Man.

The Way You Give Love Is The Most Profoundly Human Part Of You. When People Say It's Ugly Or A Perversion Or An Abomination, They're Attacking The Center Of Your Being.

We All Romp About, Grieving, Wondering, But With Rare Exception We Mostly Remain Suspended In The Rhetorical Colloidal Forever That Agglutinates Between Might And Do.