Now I Am Going Back And I

The Day Of Fire Is Coming, The Thrush Will Fly Ablaze Like A Little Sky Rocket.

One Can't Build Little White Picket Fences To Keep Nightmares Out.

I Hoard Books. They Are People Who Do Not Leave.

Nature Is Full Of Teeth That Come In One By One, Then Decay, Fall Out.

I'm Hunting For The Truth. It Might Be A Kind Of Poetic Truth, And Not Just A Factual One, Because Behind Everything That Happens To You, There Is Another Truth, A Secret Life.