Knowing You’re Worthless Doesn’t Give

Writing Wasn't About Making Money. I Wanted To Find Fulfillment In Writing And Telling Stories, And That's What's Driven Me.

It's The Sorrow You Feel That Allows You To Crave Love. Without The Suffering, There Would Be No True Pleasure. Without Tears, No Joy. Without Deficiency, No Longing. This Is The Secret Of The Human Heart, Rom.

Evil Was Predictable, Always Painfully Expected.

Come Hither, My Dear. Come Hither, That I Mightest Protectest Thou!

Sin Thrives In The Dungeon, But Slap It On The Table For All To See, And It Withers Rather Quickly.