The Spirit Was Willing But

Writing Is Probably One-fifth Coming Up With The Stuff, And Four-fifths Self-editing Again And Again And Again.

Two People Who Are A Little Bit Deluded In Each Other's Favour. That's What Love Is, Isn't It?

Time Is The Speed At Which The Past Decays.

I Am, Emphatically. Mental Illness Triggered By Xperimental Error.

Our Lives Are Not Our Own. We Are Bound To Others, Past And Present, And By Each Crime And Every Kindness, We Birth Our Future.