I regret letting words into this house.
Epigram
Untitled XXV
There is a darkness at the centre of this story,
it’s called the truth.
Untitled XXIV
Your body will break my heart one day.
Untitled XXIV
Human nature is inescapable,
we are all hypocrites.
Untitled XXIII
A time of hope filled with dread
and the stench of life after death.
Untitled XXII
Love is blind.
Justice is cross-eyed.
Untitled XXI
You are the architect of your own disaster
and you’ve designed it in my image.
Untitled XX
You smell like you,
I smell like us.
Untitled XIX
Sometimes good music is better than an umbrella.
Untitled XVIII
I am the worst joke in the world.
I.J. Keddie 
