I Would Have Done Anything For Him.

The Sky Slowly Pulled Up Its Blue Dress To Reveal Night.

But I Dig Negroes. I Dig Them All The Way.

I Wanted So Much To Have A Life. Even Just Once, Even For A Second.

What Is Suffering? I'm Not Sure What It Is, But I Know That Suffering Is The Name We Give To The Origin Of All The Sighs, Screams, And Groans — Small And Large, Crude And Multifaceted — That Concern Us. The Word Defines Our Gaze Even More Than What We Are Looking At.

We Spent Our Lives Making Livings.