Sometimes I'd Like To Stuff

There Will Be No Proof That I Ever Was A Writer.

People Who Walk Across Dark Bridges, Past Saints, With Dim, Small Lights. Clouds Which Move Across Gray Skies Past Churches With Towers Darkened In The Dusk. One Who Leans Against Granite Railing Gazing Into The Evening Waters, His Hands Resting On Old Stones.

The Founder Brought The Laws From The Lawgiver; The Faithful Are Meant To Announce The Laws To The Lawgiver.

Faith, Like A Guillotine. As Heavy, As Light.

Adam's First Domestic Pet After The Expulsion From Paradise Was The Serpent.