You Think I Live In The Past.

For Always In Her There Was A Dark Place Full Of Despair And A Great Dividing Force To Make Meaning Because There Was None.

The Truth Is, Laughter Always Sounds More Perfect Than Weeping. Laughter Flows In A Violent Riff And Is Effortlessly Melodic. Weeping Is Often Fought, Choked, Half Strangled, Or Surrendered To With Humiliation.

You Are Someone Worth Loving

I Want To Be A Saint. I Want To Save Souls By The Millions. I Want To Do Good Far And Wide. I Want To Fight Evil! I Want My Life-sized Statue In Every Church. I'm Talking Six Feet Tall, Blond Hair, Blue Eyes-.wait A Second.do You Know Who I Am?

I'm Usually Working On My Own Mythology, My Own Realm Of Created Characters. Stories In Mythology Inspire Me, Though I May Not Be Conscious Of It.