I Felt Wise And Cynical As All

I Hurl My Heart To Halt His Pace.

O Heart, Such Disorganization!

...we Shall Board Our Imagined Ship And Wildly Sail Among Sacred Islands Of The Mad Till Death Shatters The Fabulous Stars And Makes Us Real.

I Must Get My Soul Back From You; I Am Killing My Flesh Without It.

Your Body Hurts Me As The World Hurts God