The Sensual Mysticism Of Entire Vertical Being.

The Mind Is Its Own Beautiful Prisoner. Mind Looked Long At The Sticky Moon Opening In Dusk Her New Wings Then Decently Hanged Himself,one Afternoon. The Last Thing He Saw Was You Naked Amid Unnaked Things.

Since Feelings Come First, Who Cares About The Syntax Of Things?

One's Not Half Two. It's Two Are Halves Of One.

I Like My Body When It Is With Your Body. It Is So Quite New A Thing. Muscles Better And Nerves More.

When God Decided To Invent Everything He Took One Reath Bigger Than A Circustent And Everything Began