Somebody Who Should Have Been Born Is

The Tongue, The Chinese Say, Is Like A Sharp Knife: It Kills Without Drawing Blood.

There Is Hope. There Is Hope Everywhere. Today God Give Milk And I Have The Pail.

Despite My Asbestos Gloves, The Cough Is Filling Me With Black, And A Red Powder Seeps Through My Veins.

Put Your Ear Down Close To Your Soul And Listen Hard.

One Can't Build Little White Picket Fences To Keep Nightmares Out.