The Current Script I am working on is
OOOPS! This is 4 lines too long. Got overexcited. Will edit it for publishing.
Tsk! Who can keep up with beats, lines, rhymes, imagery and all that stuff anymore? I wish I believed something might lie between love and bull. I'm starting to believe that in "love" all is vanity and nothing is fair. It's just illusion, suffering and change.V
I see the people in love for forty years and it seems so simple, but it never was for us, V. I sometimes wonder if I'm not addicted to the tragic and difficult, the creative urge to die in order to live.