And if candor strikes to forcefully, step back, draw careful breath, and consider the angle your words must take before you open your mouth, let them leak out. Because once you tilt the truth, it becomes a lie.

....a perfect paper airplane.

I really have to wonder who or what made Daddy become this way. Babies aren't born cruel or filled with sick desire. Evil is not intrinsic. It's fashioned.

It was body rush After body rush, intensity building. Touch me there.

Too much to take in, too much to purge. Why must every memory, once sweet, dead end in such ugliness?

Love is for children and dimwads.

Grown up? Me? I suppose I have. Killing things, and almost killing myself, must have changed me some, after all.