Fate controls only the weak, Your Highness. The strong mould the providence the want

In her inestimable audacity, Julia was the catalyst in my life for something beautiful. I hadn't anticipated her__adn't even wanted her, truthfully__ut there she was. A little something extra that made all the difference in the world.

I don__ know if I can.__ splayed my hand on the bulkhead beside Fran's shoulder and looked her in those pretty green eyes. __t__ easier if you don__ think about it. Shut it away, think about something else. Drink, fuck, do what you gotta do. Bury it so damn deep, it can__ touch you. And before long, you__l forget what you were worried about.__er lips turned down at the corners. She closed her eyes and sighed. __s that what you do?___t works._ Or it had. Until recently. Until One somehow made me look at myself though her eyes. Now I had shit going on in my head, like not wanting to let her down. Not wanting to let any of them down. Like this life and my place in it might actually mean something. That kinda thinking would get a man killed. ~ Caleb

It can pay off, being a hack. Given the depraved state of American culture, a slick dude can make millions being a hack. But even if you succeed, you lose, because you've sold out your Muse, and your Muse is you, the best part of yourself, where your finest and only true work comes from.

my poetry is merely a body.you are the soul in my words.

How....will I ever truly depict you?You__e perfect, my writing isn__.