Never Fear Being Alone, Because

People Are Not Born Bastards. They Have To Work At It.

Poetry Is Fact Given Over To Imagery.

No Map To Help Us Find The Tranquil Flat Lands, Clearings Calm, Fields Without Mean Fences. Rolling Down The Other Side Of Life Our Compass Is The Sureness Of Ourselves. Time May Make Us Rugged, Ragged Round The Edges, But Know And Understand That Love Is Still The Safest Place To Land.

It's Nice Sometimes To Open Up The Heart A Little And Let Some Hurt Come In. It Proves You're Still Alive.

Laws And Machines Are Shaped To Fit The Classes.