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It Was Only When We Were In That Bed, High Above The World - Then I Thought The Birds Could Have Been Circling Around Our Bodies Circled Around Each Other - That We Made Our World Totally Separated From Everything Else. It Was The Only Way We Could Be Together.

Yeah, I Mean, I Put Work Out There For People To Use And I'm Grateful When You Use It.

Well, Fear And Homophobia Are Both Pervasive.

Death Is Another Bar Which Lies Several Steps Below The Normal World. I'm At Its Threshold, But Not Yet In It. Its Doorway Is Doorless.

Love Goes Away When Your Mind Goes Away And Then You're Someone Else.