without my wounds, who was I? My scars were my face, my past was my life.

The night crackled ... Everything had turned to static electricity in the heat. I combed my hair to watch the sparks fly from the ends.

And I realized as I walked through the neighborhood how each house could contain a completely different reality. In a single block, there could be fifty seperate worlds. Nobody ever really knew what was going on just next door.

I closed my eyes to watch tiny dancers like jeweled birds cross the dark screen of my eyelids.

We strive for beauty and balance, the sensual over the sentimental.

her scruffy innoscense to impregnate with his dreams. reason was seductive, it gave the appearance of truth

She would buy magic every day of the week. Love me, that face said. I'm so lonely, so desperate. I'll give you whatever you want.