This Is What Happens When You Fall

No Matter Where I Was, My Compass Pointed West. I Would Always Know What Time It Was In California.

It's Such A Liability To Love Another Person.

Wasn't That The Way It Always Was? You Didn't Know, You Couldn't Tell, You Just Let It Happen... Perhaps They Didn't Know Themselves. Sometimes The Line Was Very Fine.

For She Is My Love, And Other Women Are But Big Bodies Of Flame.

If I Get Ideas Independently Of The Act Of Writing, They Never Really Fit. So For Me, There's No Hanging Out, Waiting For Inspiration.