I Will Never Write A

This Wasn't Any Mere Song And Dance; Here Was A Bold, Blaring Declaration Howling Itself Into The Empty Face Of Death.

I Don't Remember The Hotel Rooms Or The Airports But I Always Remember The Events.

Nothing Happened, And Nothing Kept Happening.

Sticks And Stones May Break Your Bones But Words Can Hurt Like Hell.

Just For The Record, How I Feel Right Now Is Very Terrific.