What Happens In The Heart Simply Happens.

I Sit In The Top Of The Wood, My Eyes Closed. Inaction, No Falsifying Dream Between My Hooked Head And Hooked Feet: Or In Sleep Rehearse Perfect Kills And Eat.

Haven’t You Heard Of The Music Of The Spheres?” Asked The Dragon. “it’s The Music That Space Makes To Itself. All The Spirits Inside All The Stars Are Singing. I’m A Star Spirit. I Sing Too. The Music Of The Spheres Is What Makes Space So Peaceful.

What’s Writing Really About? It’s About Trying To Take Fuller Possession Of The Reality Of Your Life.

But Who Is Stronger Than Death? Me , Evidently .

Applause Is The Beginning Of Abuse