Boo, Forever Spinning Like A Ghost On

Probably The Closest Things To Perfection Are The Huge Absolutely Empty Holes That Astronomers Have Recently Discovered In Space. If There's Nothing There, How Can Anything Go Wrong?

I Don't Know These People And They Aren't My Flowers.

I Daydream About A High School Where Everybody Plays The Harmonica: The Students, The Teachers, The Principal, The Janitor And The Cook In The Cafeteria.

God-forsaken Is Beautiful, Too.

Burn All The Maps To Your Body. I'm Not Here Of My Own Choosing.