I Can’t Seem To Make

Just... Ate," M Says, Frowning At Me A Little. "two Days...ago." I Grab My Stomach Again. "feel Empty. Feel... Dead." He Nods. "marr...iage.

You Might Say That Death Has Relaxed Me.

Everything You See, You Might Be Seeing For The Last Time.

What Wonderful Thing Didn't Start Out Scary?

I Used To Split My Time Between Writing, Music And Painting. I Would Work On A Book And Then Abandon It, Start A Band, Do An Album, Quit Music, Then Do A Gallery Show. Eventually I Decided To Give Writing A Serious Shot.