I Am Disabused Of All Faith, And

And I Am Aware Of My Heart: It Opens And Closes Its Bowl Of Red Blooms Out Of Sheer Love Of Me.

If I Have A Dry Spell ... I Wait And Live Harder, Eyes, Ears, And Heart Open, And When The Productive Time Comes, It Is That Much Richer.

There Is More Than One Good Way To Drown.

Happy! That Is Indefinable As Far As States Of Being Go.

I Like You, But Not Too Much. I Don’t Want To Like Anybody Too Much.