A Language Is Everything You Do.

Messy Love Is Better Than None, I Guess. I Am No Authority On Sane Living.

The Body Is So Easily Damaged, So Easily Disposed Of, Water And Chemicals Is All It Is, Hardly More To It Than A Jellyfish Drying On Sand.

I Did Not Know How To Paint Or Even What To Paint, But I Knew I Had To Begin.

Her Glass Wings Are Gone.

I Stand On The Corner, Pretending I Am A Tree.