A message to Lamar Sorrento and the Wolf

The power to write is—it defies description. But it is trumped by music.

Bohemian life forever! Let me write beautifully!

Art is not for commodity. It is for passion.

Save, we pray!

Even monsters long to be touched.

Dual furnaces where the dancer stokes his own doom.

For the heart is an organ of fire, stellar power, truth, beauty, and love.

Ripped from the pages of imagination to live as a fabricated memory.

Impossible loves are still love; often more epic because of the impossibility.