The World Had Teeth And It Could

We're All Going To Die; I'm Just Trying To Make It A Little More Interesting.

The Trick Is To Teach Yourself To Read In Small Sips As Well As Long Swallows.

Dead Fields Under A November Sky, Scattered Rose Petals Brown And Turning Up At The Edges, Empty Pools Scummed With Algae, Rot, Decomposition, Dust.

You Might Question A Winkle - A Feeling That Came To You Right Out Of The Blue - But You Didn’t Question Knowing.

You Cannot Hope To Sweep Someone Else Away By The Force Of Your Writing Until It Has Been Done To You.