I Stand Here Waiting. To Disappear Or

You Are So Intense. Like A Storm. It's Shocking How Intense You Are.

It Seems Impossible That You Can Love One Person So Much, No Matter What Happens, No Matter What They Do.

Each Of Us Has A Family Tree Full Of Stories Inside Of Us, Dirk Thought. Each Of Us Has A Story Blossoming Out Of Us.

If Death Is Your Lover, You Don't Got To Be Afraid Ever That He Will Ever Leave You

At First We Raced Through Space, Like Shadows And Light; Her Rants, My Raves; Her Dark Hair, My Blonde; Black Dresses, White. She's A Purple-black African-violet-dark Butterfly And I A White Moth. We Were Two Wild Ponies, Dawn And Midnight, The Wind Electrifying Our Manes And Our Hooves Quaking The City; We Were Photo Negatives Of Each Other, Together Making The Perfect Image Of A Girl.