I Never Pump Up My

When You Play The Field Selfishly Everything Works Against You: One Can’t Insist On Love Or Demand Affection. You’re Finally Left With Whatever You Have Been Willing To Give Which Often Is: Nothing.

I'm Very Clever At Hiding Poems Perhaps More Clever Than I Am At Writing Them.

Do You Hate People? I Don't Hate Them...i Just Feel Better When They're Not Around.

We Must.. We Must Bring Our Own Light To The Darkness

The Sea Is Made Of Blood