What Are Days For? Days Are Where

Everyone Should Be Forcibly Transplanted To Another Continent From Their Family At The Age Of Three.

On Me Your Voice Falls As They Say Love Should, Like An Enormous Yes.

Life And Literature Is A Question Of What One Thrills To, And Further Than That No Man Shall Ever Go Without Putting His Foot In A Turd.

And Immediately Rather Than Words Comes The Thought Of High Windows: The Sun-comprehending Glass, And Beyond It, The Deep Blue Air, That Shows Nothing, And Is Nowhere, And Is Endless.

Get Stewed:books Are A Load Of Crap.