I pen in a most painful inkwrite myself up to the brinkof where only I can go...ride the excruciating flow Let the blackness then burnwhile I once again learnthe lessons within its painas cleansing as a frozen rain Leaving me to...

Funny how shewadedinto every singled daytill the pinking sun did setCarrying in her ruckthings she gave a fuckaboutor was too scared to leaveA dozen eggs' shellsto spread before her feetthat one special dancestill left undancedA folded list of faded...

August 18, 1788        Mon Cher Donatien     After all of our play, all of our fun and games... little surprised me. Until last night. Now, alone with the truth, I lie here in my own bed, in...