Drugs Bring Us To To The Gates

Yearning Wants Mostly To Perpetuate Itself.

A Dense Undergrowth Of Extension Cords Sustains My Upper World Of Lights, Music, And Machines Of Comfort.

A Beautiful Woman Peers Out Her Window, As Full Of Envy As The Harridan Who Peers Up At Her From The Street.

I Keep Renaming My Motives, But Continue Doing The Same Things.

Romantics Consider Common Sense Vulgar.