That's The Thing: We Didn't Really Care.

Like I Am Alice In The Wonderland And Have Gotten Too Big For The Room.

Poetry Isn't Like Any Writing I've Ever Heard Before. I Don't Understand All Of It, Just Bits Of Images, Sentences That Appear Half-finished, All Fluttering Together Like Brightly Colored Ribbons In The Wind.

This Is What Happens When You Try To Help People. You Get Screwed.

This Is The Strange Way Of The World, That People Who Simply Want To Love Are Instead Forced To Become Warriors.

The Only Thing Worse Than Having No Friends Is Being Pitied For Having No Friends.