All In Green Went My Love Riding

Since Feelings Come First, Who Cares About The Syntax Of Things?

God's Terrible Face Brighter Than A Spoon Collects The Image Of One Fatal Word;so That My Life(which Liked The Sun And The Moon)resembles Something That Has Not Occurred:i Am A Birdcage Without Any Bird A Collar Looking For A Dog A Kisswithout Lips;a Prayer Lacking Any Kneesbut Something Beats Within My Shirt To Provehe Is Undead Who Living Noone Is.i Have Never Loved You Dear As Now I Love.

We Can Never Be Born Enough.

Nobody Loses All The Time.

It May Take Two People To Make A Really Beautiful Mistake.