Love Is A Form Of

I Sit Here Drunk Now. I Am A Series Of Small Victories And Large Defeats And I Am As Amazed As Any Other That I Have Gotten From There To Here Without Committing Murder Or Being Murdered; Without Having Ended Up In The Madhouse. As I Drink Alone Again Tonight My Soul Despite All The Past Agony Thanks All The Gods Who Were Not There For Me Then.

Some Moments Are Nice, Some Are Nicer, Some Are Even Worth Writing About.

It Is Possible To Be Truly Mad And To Still Exist Upon Scraps Of Life.

Love Is Kind Of Like When You See A Fog In The Morning, When You Wake Up Before The Sun Comes Out. It's Just A Little While, And Then It Burns Away... Love Is A Fog That Burns With The First Daylight Of Reality.

A Day Of Minor Profit Or Prophet Led To A Night Of Drunkenness.