Write The Unpublishable.. .and Then

After The Film It Was Raining, A Light Steady Rain. Ruthless Neon On The Wet Streets Like Busted Candy.

He Got Right Down In The Dark Between Heartbeats, And Rested There. And Then He Saw That Another One Wasn't Going To Come. That's It. That's The Last. He Looked At The Dark. I Would Like To Take This Opportunity, He Said, To Pray For Another Human Being.

We In Purgatory Sing Fondly Of Hell.

I Really Enjoy Writing Novels. Its Like The Ocean. You Can Just Build A Boat And Take Off.

Talk Into My Bullet Hole. Tell Me I'm Fine.