Sometimes it seems the harder you try to hold onto something or someone the more it wants to get away. You feel like some kind of criminal for having felt, for having wanted. For having wanted to be wanted. It confuses you because you think that your feelings were wrong and it makes you feel so small because it’s so hard to keep it inside when you let it out and it doesn’t come back. You’re left so alone that you can’t explain.

If I had to live my life in anticipation of what others thought of me, little would get done.

I don't mind bees and think we are all the better for having them around. I like the taste of honey.

perfection. I have been waiting all my life to be with you. My heart slams against my ribs when I think of the slaughtered nights I spent all over the world waiting to feel your touch.

Love is self deception. I am a living creature. Hate is only self love. I am a double feature.

Contemporary bands often will do tour-only releases pressed and sold only in Australia. Crikey!

I think to write fiction, this is just how I see it, you have to have a powerful need/desire to connect. I can't. Wanting to and not being able to has lead to a lot of misery in my life.