Before I Give My Body,

The Trouble Was, I Had Been Inadequate All Along, I Simply Hadn't Thought About It.

Perhaps Some Day I'll Crawl Back Home, Beaten, Defeated. But Not As Long As I Can Make Stories Out Of My Heartbreak, Beauty Out Of Sorrow.

There Is Nothing Like Puking With Somebody To Make You Into Old Friends.

I'm Happier Writing About Doctors Than I Would Have Been Being One.

A Ring Of Gold With The Sun In It? Lies. Lies And A Grief.