Tomorrow Is Our Permanent Address.

Nobody Else Can Be Alive For You; Nor Can You Be Alive For Anybody Else.

Unlove's The Heavenless Hell And The Homeless Home.

And The Coolness Of Your Smile Is Stirringofbirds Between My Arms

Hate Blows A Bubble Of Despair Into Hugeness World System Universe And Bang -fear Buries A Tomorrow Under Woe And Up Comes Yesterday Most Green And Young

If 180 Million People Want To Be Undead, That’s Their Funeral, But I Happen To Like Being Alive.