Must's A Schoolroom In The Month Of

Nobody Loses All The Time.

The Most Wasted Of All Days Is One Without Laughter.

Well, Write Poetry, For God's Sake, It's The Only Thing That Matters.

Tomorrow Is Our Permanent Address.

The Other Guineahen Died Of A Broken Heart And We Came To New York. I Used To Sit At A Table,drawing Wings With A Pencil That Kept Breaking And I Kept Remembering How Your Mind Looked When It Slept For Several Years,to Wake Up Asking Why. So Then You Turned Into A Photograph Of Somebody Who’s Trying Not To Laugh At Somebody Who’s Trying Not To Cry