That Is Our ‘pointed Task. Love &

These Songs Are Not Meant To Be Understood, You Understand. They Are Only Meant To Terrify & Comfort.

Life, Friends, Is Boring. We Must Not Say So. After All, The Sky Flashes, The Great Sea Yearns, We Ourselves Flash And Yearn

We Have Reason To Be Afraid. This Is A Terrible Place.

Them Lady Poets Must Not Marry, Pal.

Wishin' Was Dyin' But I Gotta Make It All This Way To That Bed On These Feet.