How easy I was. Like a limpet I attached myself to anything, anyone who showed me the least attention.

Poppies bleed petals of sheer excess. You and I, this sweet battle ground.

Isn't it funny.I'm enjoying my hatred so much more than i ever enjoyed love. Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love uses you, changes its mind. But hatred, now, that's something you can use. Sculpt. Wield. It's hard, or soft, however you need it. Love humiliates you, but Hatred cradles you.

When you started thinking it was easy, you were forgetting what it cost.

It was only natural to want to destroy something you could never have.

This involves more than I can discuss here, but do it. Read the writers of great prose dialogue-people like Robert Stone and Joan Didion. Compression, saying as little as possible, making everything carry much more than is actually said. Conflict. Dialogue as part of an ongoing world, not just voices in a dark room. Never say the obvious. Skip the meet and greet.

A cliche is like a coin that has been handled too much. Once language has been overly handled, it no longer leaves a clear imprint.