The First Step... Shall Be To Lose

Let Our Scars Fall In Love.

I Have Always Intended To Live Forever; But Not Until Now, To Live Now.

The Rest Of My Days I Spend Wandering: Wondering What, Anyway, Was That Sticky Infusion, That Rank Flavor Of Blood, That Poetry, By Which I Lived?

Thats The Way It Is With Poetry: When It Is Incomprehensible It Seems Profound, And When You Understand It, It Is Only Ridiculous.

Prose Is Walking; Poetry Is Flying