And They'll Vote For Me

Every Sovereign Country Has The Right To Control Its Borders, And Should. The Idea That Anyone Would Sneak Over Our Borders Without Proper Documentation To Me Is Absolutely Abhorrent.

All Rivers Run Full To The Sea; Those Who Are Apart Are Brought Together; The Lost Ones Are Redeemed; The Dead Come Back To Life; The Perfectly Blue Days That Have Begun And Ended In Golden Dimness Continue, Immobile And Accessible; And, When All Is Perceived In Such A Way As To Obviate Time, Justice Becomes Apparent Not As Something That Will Be, But Something That Is.

And They'll Vote For Me Because I'm The Best Liar, Because I Do It Honestly, With A Certain Finesse. They Know That Lies And Truth Are Very Close, And That Something Beautiful Rests Between.

Writing Is Still My Main Career, But I Would Love, For Instance, To Serve In The New York State Assembly.

...i Returned To Walking Up The Mountain, And There, In The Dim Asexual Beauty Of Reddening Dawns And Skies That Firmed To Blue, I Discovered My Real And Appropriate Strengths.