Despite My Asbestos Gloves, The Cough Is

Letters Are False Really - They Are Expressions Of The Way You Wish You Were Instead Of The Way You Are.

The Stars Are Pears That No One Can Reach, Even For A Wedding. Perhaps For A Death.

Somebody Who Should Have Been Born Is Gone.

I Am Crazy As Hell, But I Know It. And Knowing It Is A Kind Of Sanity That Makes The Sickness Worse.

She Is So Naked And Singular. She Is The Sum Of Yourself And Your Dream. Climb Her Like A Monument, Step After Step. She Is Solid.