You Look Good To Me, You Damnable

Words. Borne On The Ever Swelling Current Of Hatred, Like Flowers Opening In The Current, Petals Peeling Back, Then Falling Apart.

You Reach Deep Down And Bring Up What Feels Absolutely Authentic To You As You Move Along With The Book, But You Don't Know Everything About It. You Can't.

I Was Obsessed With Religious Questions, The Basics: Why Are We Here? Why Is The World So Beautiful?

My Efforts With Hollywood Are Like Things Written In Water.

But Don't You See, All Human Decisions Are Made Like This. Do You Think The Mother Knows What Will Happen To The Child In Her Womb? Dear God, We Are Lost, I Tell You. What Does It Matter If You Give It To Me And It's Wrong! There Is No Wrong! There Is Only Desperation, And I Would Have It! I Want To Live Forever With You.