Love Is The Bone And Sinew Of

I Am Sure There Are Things That Can't Be Cured By A Good Bath But I Can't Think Of One.

Please Don’t Expect Me To Always Be Good And Kind And Loving. There Are Times When I Will Be Cold And Thoughtless And Hard To Understand.

Then I Decided I Would Spend The Summer Writing A Novel. That Would Fix A Lot Of People.

She Looks Like A Woman Who Has Found It Ridiculous To Commit Herself To A Single Emotional Stance In Anything, But Must Always Ride High Heavy Irony.

The Moon, Also, Is Merciless: She Would Drag Me Cruelly, Being Barren. Her Radiance Scathes Me. Or Perhaps I Have Caught Her.