In The Wind, The Trees, Like Agitated

The True Nature Of The World Was Weirder Than Any Bizarre Fabric That Anyone Might Weave From The Warp And Weft Of Imagination's Loom.

Its A Rare Thing To Know One Completly To The Core And Stil Love Him

If Someone Wrote It And It Had A Peculiar Twist, I've Read It.

Sometimes There Is No Darker Place Than Our Thoughts, The Moonless Midnight Of The Mind.

Humanity Is A Parade Of Fools, And I Am At The Front Of It, Twirling A Baton.