Good Moods’re As Fragile As Eggs...bad Moods’re

What Wouldn't I Give Now For A Never-changing Map Of The Ever-constant Ineffable? To Possess, As It Were, An Atlas Of Clouds.

Two People Who Are A Little Bit Deluded In Each Other's Favour. That's What Love Is, Isn't It?

The Mind Abhors A Vacancy & Is Wont To People It With Phantoms.

As Many Truths As Men. Occasionally, I Glimpse A Truer Truth, Hiding In Imperfect Simulacrums Of Itself, But As I Approach, It Bestirs Itself & Moves Deeper Into The Thorny Swamp Of Dissent.

Women, O, Women! They'll Find The Baddest Meanin' In Your Words & Hold It Up.