We Must Travel In The Direction Of

Two Daiquiris Withdrew Into A Corner Of A Gorgeous Room And One Told The Other A Lie.

I Cry. Evil Dissolves, & Love, Like Foam; That Love. Prattle Of Children Powers Me Home, My Heart Claps Like The Swan's Under A Frenzy Of Who Love Me & Who Shine.

We Are Using Our Own Skins For Wallpaper And We Cannot Win.

Wishin' Was Dyin' But I Gotta Make It All This Way To That Bed On These Feet.

This World Is Gradually Becoming A Place Where I Do Not Care To Be Any More.