The Earth's A Door If You Press

Wars Are Never Cured, They Just Go Into Remission For A Few Years.

I Think Words Operate Like Musical Notes That The Eyeball Hears.

Hate Eats The Hater The Way Ogres Eat Little Boys.

If You’re In Your Life, Chance. Viewed From The Outside, Like A Book You’re Reading, It’s Fate All The Way.

This Isn’t Lust. Lust Wants, Does The Obvious Love Is Greedier. Love Wants Round-the-clock Care; Protection; Rings, Vows, Joint Accounts; Scented Candles On Birthdays; Life Insurance. Babies. Love’s A Dictator.