I Was Beaten Down Long Ago In

… And We Are In Bed Together Laughing And We Don’t Care About Anything.

My Dear, Find What You Love And Let It Kill You. Let It Drain You Of Your All. Let It Cling Onto Your Back And Weigh You Down Into Eventual Nothingness. Let It Kill You And Let It Devour Your Remains. For All Things Will Kill You, Both Slowly And Fastly, But It’s Much Better To Be Killed By A Lover. ~ Falsely Yours

When The Phone Rings I Too Would Like To Hear Words That Might Ease Some Of This.

When You Play The Field Selfishly Everything Works Against You: One Can’t Insist On Love Or Demand Affection. You’re Finally Left With Whatever You Have Been Willing To Give Which Often Is: Nothing.

Magic Persists Without Us No Matter What We May Do To Try To Spoil It