Beached Under The Spumy Blooms, We Lie

God, Is This All It Is, The Ricocheting Down The Corridor Of Laughter And Tears? Of Self-worship And Self-loathing? Of Glory And Disgust?

I Like People, But To Learn About One Individual Always Appeals To Me More Than Anything.

If You Love Her", I Said, "you'll Love Somebody Else Someday.

You Are The One. Solid The Spaces Lean On, Envious. You Are The Baby In The Barn.

There Was A Beautiful Time.