Our Checks Are Pale. Our Wallets Are

Our Eyes Are Full Of Terrible Confessions.

All Considerations For These Human Remains! They Must Have An Escort! They Are Classified!

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

Be Careful Of Words, / ... They Can Be Both Daisies And Bruises.

Love? Be It Man. Be It Woman. It Must Be A Wave You Want To Glide In On, Give Your Body To It, Give Your Laugh To It, Give, When The Gravelly Sand Takes You, Your Tears To The Land. To Love Another Is Something Like Prayer And Can't Be Planned, You Just Fall Into Its Arms Because Your Belief Undoes Your Disbelief.