The Young Habitually Mistake Lust For Love,

Instead I Will Say, "take Me To Your Trees. Take Me To Your Breakfasts, Your Sunsets, Your Bad Dreams, Your Shoes, Your Nouns. Take Me To Your Fingers; Take Me To Your Deaths." These Are Worth It. These Are What I Have Come For.

There Were A Lot Of Gods. Gods Always Come In Handy, They Justify Almost Anything.

Faith Is Only A Word, Embroidered.

Some People Mistakenly Think Nature Is Very Nice And Benevolent And Never Betrays.

But The Adjectives Change,” Said Jimmy. “nothing’s Worse Than Last Year’s Adjectives.