I'm Not The Cruel Type, But They

My Ambition Is Handicapped By Laziness

And The Color In My Eyes Has Gone Back Into The Sea.

He Asked, "what Makes A Man A Writer?" "well," I Said, "it's Simple, It's Either You Get It Down On Paper Or You Jump Off A Bridge. Writers Are Desperate People And When They Stop Being Desperate They Stop Being Writers." "are You Desperate?" "i Don't Know.

Where Some God Pissed A Rain Of Reason To Make Things Grow Only To Die.

As The Spirit Wanes The Form Appears