Like all stories of creators who bring life from the dead, his story began with a struggling butcher, who chased a gray cat, caught it, took off its studded collar, and slit its throat.
I am gone tomorrow. And there and gone again by the time you read this.
I don’t know what they are called, the spaces between seconds– but I think of you always in those intervals.
Missing you is worse than Pittsburgh.
You cannot kill or steal from a man while he is asleep and heartbroken. While it is said that everything is fair in love an war, the dictum is nullified when both love and war occur simultaneously...
