Let' em learn or let' em die

I wasn’t lonely. I experienced no self-pity. I was just caught up in a life in which I could find no meaning.

They, all of them, seemed to put literary form in front of the actuality and living of life itself.

I held her wrists and then I got it through the eyes: hatred, centuries deep and true. I was wrong and graceless and sick. all the things I had learned had been wasted. there was no creature living as foul as I and all my poems were false.

I have one problem, I don’t hate people. They disgust me and I want to get away from them. I do not have hatred. I have an escape mechanism.

Censorship is the tool of those who have the need to hide actualities from themselves and from others.

It will rain all this night and we will sleep transfixed by the dark water as our blood runs through our fragile life.