Work And Pray, Live On Hay, Youll

The Mad Sometimes Drilled Holes In Their Own Heads To Let The Demons Out. To Relieve The Pressure Of Thoughts They Could No Longer Bear. Jude Understood The Impulse. Each Beat Of His Heart Was A Fresh And Staggering Blow Felt In The Nerves Behind His Eyes And In His Temples. Punishing Evidence Of Life.

We'll Have Freedom, Love And Health/when The Grand Red Flag Is Flying, In The Workers' Commonwealth.

Well. That's Helpful. We'll Put An Apb Out On The Gingerbread Man. I'm Not Hopeful It'll Do Us Much Good, Though. Word On The Street Is You Can't Catch Him.

Pick A Sin We Can Both Live With, Is What I Ask.

Her Sanity Was A Fragile Thing, A Butterfly Cupped In Her Hands, That She Carried With Her Everywhere, Afraid Of What Would Happen If She Let It Go-or Got Careless And Crushed It.