Don't Cry, I'm Sorry To Have Deceived

A Change Of Environment Is The Traditional Fallacy Upon Which Doomed Loves, And Lungs, Rely.

And She Was Mine, She Was Mine, The Key Was In My Fist, My Fist Was In My Pocket, She Was Mine.

While The Scientist Sees Everything That Happens In One Point Of Space, The Poet Feels Everything That Happens In One Point Of Time.

All Colors Made Me Happy: Even Gray. My Eyes Were Such That Literally They Took Photographs.

All Great Novels Are Great Fairy Tales.