Forbidden love
Ever hungering
Constantly yearning
Like an empty spot
In my soul
Your beautiful face
Haunting my sleep
Making me wish
That I could keep
You safe from harm
In my faithful arms

Louis Giuseppi
October 19, 2001

"I am so happy you came," Reginald Clarke said, as he conducted Ernest into his studio. It was a large, luxuriously furnished room overlooking the Hudson and Riverside Drive.

Dazzled and bewildered, the boy's eyes wandered from object to object, from picture to statue. Despite seemingly incongruous details, the whole arrangement possessed style and distinction.

There is a book by Valentine Penrose which documents the life of a real and unusual character: the Countess Bathory, murderer of more than six hundred young girls. The Countess Bathory's sexual perversion and her madness are so obvious that Valentine Penrose disregards them and concentrates instead on the convulsive beauty of the character.

sometimes i lay back and stare up at the stars
sometimes i sit alone in my room and cry till no more tears can come
sometimes i am so lonely i could die
sometimes i try my best to cry
sometimes i cant hold it in anymore
sometimes i cant get up outta bed
sometimes i cant sleep at all
sometimes i cant wait to see the sun shine
sometimes i cant wait for the dark to envelope all
sometimes i just want to be alone
sometimes i cant wait to be surrounded by people
sometimes i look back on my life