I Remember Awakening One Morning And Finding

Find What You Love And Let It Kill You. For All Things Will Kill You, Both Slowly And Fastly, But It’s Much Better To Be Killed By A Lover.

Sometimes I Get Too Exhausted To Even Feel Bad

When The Phone Rings I Too Would Like To Hear Words That Might Ease Some Of This.

The Apartment Was Built At The Edge Of A High Cliff So That When You Looked Out The Back Window It Seemed As If You Were Twelve Floors Up Instead Of Four. It Was Very Much Like Living On The Edge Of The World - A Last Resting Place Before The Final Big Drop.

My Beerdrunk Soul Is Sadder Than All The Dead Christmas Trees Of The World.