Art Hurts. Art Urges Voyages - And

There Are No Magics Or Elves / Or Timely Godmothers To Guide Us. We Are Lost, Must / Wizard A Track Through Our Own Screaming Weed.

Truth-tellers Are Not Always Palatable. There Is A Preference For Candy Bars.

She Was Learning To Love Moments. To Love Moments For Themselves.

This Is The Urgency: Live! And Have Your Blooming In The Noise Of The Whirlwind.

I Swear To Keep The Dead Upon My Mind, / Disdain For All Time To Be Overglad.