No Amount Of Violence You've Done To

Telling The Truth Is A Beautiful Act Even If The Truth Itself Is Ugly.

When You're A Kid It's People's Cruelty That Makes You Cry, Then When You're An Adult It's Their Kindness.

Life's Generally Artless ... But It Does Get These Occasional Hard-ons For Plot. It Connects Things, Nefariously, Behind Your Back, And Before You Know It You're In The Final Act Of A Lousy Movie.

Words Betrayed Her: Beautiful Butterflies In Her Mind; Dead Moths When She Opened Her Mouth For Their Release Into The World.

No Amount Of Violence You've Done To Others Prepares You For Violence Done To Yourself.