You Are Yesterday's Bouquet So Sadly Raided

The Secret Is Writing Down One Simple Line After Another.

She Was Consumed By 3 Simple Things: Drink, Despair, Loneliness; And 2 More: Youth And Beauty

Where Some God Pissed A Rain Of Reason To Make Things Grow Only To Die.

My Beerdrunk Soul Is Sadder Than All The Dead Christmas Trees Of The World.

Yes, Wagner And The Storm Intermix With The Wine As Nights Like This Run Up My Wrists And Up Into My Head And Back Down Into The Gut