I'm Writing Books. They're Still

I, However, Like Black. It Is A Color That Makes Me Comfortable And The Color With Which I Have The Most Experience. In The Darkest Darkness, All Is Black. In The Deepest Hole, All Is Black. In The Terror Of My Addicted Mind, All Is Black. In The Empty Periods Of My Lost Memory, All Is Black. I Like Black, Goddammit, And I Am Going To Give It Its Due.

Part Of Me Still Loves. More Of Me Doesn't.

To Live With Angels And Chase Their Dreams.

I Think Men Who Can Cry Are Strong Men

Laughing And Love. They Are Both Drugs.