You look childish: fake and fancy Plastic and Elastic you strecth only so far... Unfortunatly, I can't seem to stop pulling. Pen names attached to failing novels are littering the floors in a home I can't return to. So stop asking. These little pieces of daily life are swept under the rug along with the corpses of sentences and your wasted words. Soon the broom will break and the letters will scatter into a mess of meaningless babble too heavy to remove. Varius newspapers scream stories you can't hear or fear