There Is A Shabby Nobility In Failing

Delia's Arms Were Inscribed With A Grid Of Self- Inflicted Wounds, An Intricate Text Of Self-loathing

Great Minds Sink Alike, Right?

You Know, Im Always Surprised When I Read Profiles, And They Make Me Sound So Jaded. I Am So Not Jaded.

I Love To Imagine Inside The Head Of A Woman.

Things Happen, People Change,' Is What Amanda Said. For Her That Covered It. You Wanted An Explanation, And Ending That Would Assign Blame And Dish Up Justice. You Considered Violence And You Considered Reconciliation . But What You Are Left With Is A Premonition Of The Way Your Life Will Fade Behind You, Like A Book You Have Read Too Quickly, Leaving A Dwindling Trail Of Images And Emotions, Until All You Can Remember Is A Name.