You Have My Soul And I Have

Unless The Sun Inside You Is Burning Your Gut, Don't Do It

Find What You Love And Let It Kill You.

I Am Too Sick To Lay Down The Sidewalks Frighten Me The Whole Damned City Frightens Me, What I Will Become What I Have Become Frightens Me.

She Is No Longer The Beautiful Woman She Was. She Sends Photos Of Herself Sitting Upon A Rock By The Ocean Alone And Damned. I Could Have Had Her Once. I Wonder If She Thinks I Could Have Saved Her?

Joan Of Arc Had Style. Jesus Had Style.