My Life Story Is The Story Of

Sometimes People Who Seem Good End Up Being Not As Good As You Might Have Hoped, You Know?

I Will Describe My Eyes And Then Begin The Story. My Eyes Are Blue And Resplendent. Now I Will Begin The Story.

Memories Are Small Prayers To God, If We Believed In That Sort Of Thing.

I Regret That It Takes A Life To Learn How To Live.

In Bed That Night I Invented A Special Drain That Would Be Underneath Every Pillow In New York, And Would Connect To The Reservoir. Whenever People Cried Themselves To Sleep, The Tears Would All Go To The Same Place, And In The Morning The Weatherman Could Report If The Water Level Of The Reservoir Of Tears Had Gone Up Or Down, And You Could Know If New York Is In Heavy Boots.