Love Is A Check, That

I'm A Fish Swimming By...catch Me If You Want Me.

Don't Hoard The Past. Don't Cherish Anything. Burn It. The Artist Is The Phoenix Who Burns To Emerge.

Let Me Tell You A Few Things About Regret...there Is No End To It. You Cannot Find The Beginning Of The Chain That Brought Us From There To Here. Should You Regret The Whole Chain, And The Air In Between, Or Each Link Separately As If You Could Uncouple Them? Do You Regret The Beginning Which Ended So Badly, Or Just The Ending Itself?

Women Always Put Men First. That's How Everything Got So Screwed Up.

When I Read, I Want To Be Fully Transported To Another Place. I Want To Feel Things, Smell Things.