Life Isn't Life If You

As Steve Draws Me Closer To The Band, All I Can See Is A Frenzied Mass Of Seething, Writhing People, Like A Many-headed Sea Snake, Grinding, Waving Their Arms, Stamping Their Feet, Jumping. No Rules, Just Energy - So Much Energy, You Could Harness It; I Bet You Could Power Portland For A Decade. It Is More Than A Wave. It's A Tide, An Ocean Of Bodies.

Lindsay Calls Them The Pugs: Pretty From Far Away, Ugly Up Close.

I Can Admit, Now, That I Must Have Loved Lena. Not In An Unnatural Way, But My Feelings For Her Must Have Been A Kind Of Sickness. How Can Someone Have The Power To Shatter You To Dust--and Also To Make You Feel So Whole?

But It Does Not Tell You This: That Love Will Turn The Whole World Into Something Greater Than Itself.

Don't Worry About What You're Writing Or Whether It's Good Or Even Whether It Makes Sense.