But We Are What We Are, And

We Stare Into Each Other's Eyes And Softly Kiss Speaking And Saying More With The Movement Of Our Lips And The Tips Of Our Fingers Than Words Will Allow Us To Say. Words Can't Say This. The One Word Love Means Too Little For What It Is. It Means Everything And That Is Still Not Enough. It Doesn't Communicate Even A Fraction Of The Feelings Involved. Love. The Word Is Not Enough For What It Is. Love. Love.

I Will Not Allow People To Impose Rules On Me That Don't Make Sense To Me. And I Live And Work Very Much Outside The Literary World And The Literary System. What They Think And What They Believe And What Their Rules Are Mean Nothing To Me.

I Go To My Room And I Drink And I Smoke Some Cigarettes And I Think About Her. I Drink And I Smoke And I Think About Her And At A Certain Point Blackness Comes And My Memory Fails Me.

For Years I Supported Capital Punishment, But I Have Come To Believe That Our Criminal Justice System Is Incapable Of Adequately Distinguishing Between The Innocent And Guilty. It Is Reprehensible And Immoral To Gamble With Life And Death.

Most Of The Time, It's Not The Concept, But The Execution Of Craft That Counts.