Where did the literarygiants write their masterpieces?Thoughts like this plagueme when my mind stews.I heard that Hemingwaystood to write.Did any of them write onthe toilet?Straining to shit..."Call me Ishmael"Could that have been the genesisfor Moby Dick?I like to write...

Something... that is, lurks within  my mind and body.   Whatever it is, it has been elusive, and destructive!   It is formless... that is, IT embodies any part of my body...   IT's heartbeat  within my brain, IT's tentacles flared!   I have lost too much... I have lost friends... I have lost family...   I have lost...

Hold a lit candle beside me, as the flame flickers, you witness  the distortions of shadows on my flesh.   But what if I allowed you to look deeper? By some magic bring that candleflame into this body that is not quite pieced together?   (Sighs)...

I found myself in your eyes.It was not a reflection.I saw lust glittered at what you had. I was never for you.The lilac heat of lovedid not exist in my eyes. You wanted me,it was infatuation at first sight!But...