I'm Not Independently Wealthy.

Everyone Loves The Dream But I Kill It.

Heart May Still Be The Fire In Hearth But I'm Suddenly Too Cold To Continue, And Besides, There's No Hearth Here Anyway And It's The End Of June. Thursday. Almost Noon. And All The Buttons On My Corduroy Coat Are Gone. I Don't Know Why. I'm Sorry Hailey. I Don't Know What To Do.

And Where There Is No Echo There Is No Description Of Space Or Love. There Is Only Silence.

Beautiful Women Are Always Drawn To Men They Think Will Keep Them Beautiful.

...she Still Cannot Resist Looking Out The Window Every Couple Of Minutes. The Sound Of A Passing Truck Causes Her To Glance Away. Even If There Is No Sound, The Weight Of A Hundred Seconds Always Turns Her Head.