I Grow Old On My Bitterness.

Sometimes The Soul Takes Pictures Of Things It Has Wished For, But Never Seen.

Suddenly I'm Not Half The Girl I Used To Be. There's A Shadow Hanging Over Me . . . From Me To You Out Of My Electric Devil.

Oh Thumb, I Want A Drink It Is Dark, Where Are The Big People, When Will I Get There...?

We Are All Writing God's Poem.

Being Kissed On The Back Of The Knee Is A Moth At The Windowscreen.