No One Can Tear Your Thread Out

Home Is So Sad. It Stays As It Was Left, / Shaped To The Comfort Of The Last To Go / As If To Win Them Back

Any Memory For The Most Part Depending On Chance.

I Didn't Choose Poetry: Poetry Chose Me.

Many Famous Feet Have Trod Sublunary Paths, And Famous Hands Have Weighed The Strength They Have Against The Strength They Need; And Famous Lips Interrogated God Concerning Franchise In Eternity.

Sex Is Designed For People Who Like Overcoming Obstacles.