Affection Makes Your Spirit Slither Out From

It Was Not Death She Feared. It Was Misunderstanding.

Among The Thousand White Persons, I Am A Dark Rock Surged Upon, And Overswept.

There Is Something About Poverty That Smells Like Death.

I Know That Nothing Is Destructible; Things Merely Change Forms.

It Is Easy To Be Hopeful In The Day When You Can See The Things You Wish On.