Elusive Dreams And Vague Desires Fanned To

I'm Not A Pitiable Creature. It's Just That I Suffer Very Eloquently.

I Sang In Art School, Just To Get Money To Smoke.

I Don't Understand Why Europeans And South Americans Can Take More Sophistication. Why Is It That Americans Need To Hear Their Happiness Major And Their Tragedy Minor, And As Jazzy As They Can Handle Is A Seventh Chord? Are They Not Experiencing Complex Emotions?

Let Light Hearts Remake Us.

My Parents Told Me I'd Point To A Bed Of Flowers And Say 'pink. Pretty,' Before I Knew Any Other Words.