A Vacuum Can Only Exist, I Imagine,

Why Is There Happiness And Comfort And Excitement Where You Are And No Where Else In The World.

Death Is The Only Real Elegance.

We Grew Up Founding Our Dreams On The Infinite Promise Of American Advertising.

There's Nothing On Earth To Do Here But Look At The View And Eat. You Can Imagine The Result Since I Do Not Like To Look At Views.

The Sky Lay Over The City Like A Map Showing The Strata Of Things And The Big Full Moon Toppled Over In A Furrow Like The Abandoned Wheel Of A Gun Carriage On A Sunset Field Of Battle And The Shadows Walked Like Cats And I Looked Into The White And Ghostly Interior Of Things And Thought Of You And I Looked On Their Structural Outsides And Thought Of You And Was Lonesome.