The Sea Is Made Of Blood

We Sat There Smoking Cigarettes At 5 In The Morning.

They Thought I Had Guts They Were Wrong I Was Only Frightened Of More Important Things

You Are Thirty Minutes Late." "yes." "would You Be Thirty Minutes Late To A Wedding Or A Funeral?" "no." "why Not, Pray Tell?" "well, If The Funeral Was Mine I'd Have To Be On Time. If The Wedding Was Mine It Would Be My Funeral.

They Say That Nothing Is Wasted: Either That Or It Al Is

One Can Never Be Sure Whether It's Good Poetry Or Bad Acid