Emerson, I Am Trying To Live, As

In The Glare Of Your Mind, Be Modest. And Beholden To What Is Tactile, And Thrilling.

When When It’s Over, It’s Over, And We Don’t Know Any Of Us, What Happens Then. So I Try Not To Miss Anything. I Think, In My Whole Life, I Have Never Missed The Full Moon Or The Slipper Of Its Coming Back. Or, A Kiss. Well, Yes, Especially A Kiss.

When Will You Have A Little Pity For Every Soft Thing That Walks Through The World, Yourself Included.

Drive Down Any Road, Take A Train Or An Airplane Across The World, Leave Your Old Life Behind, Die And Be Born Again~ Wherever You Arrive They'll Be There First, Glossy And Rowdy And Indistinguishable. The Deep Muscle Of The World.

Every Adjective And Adverb Is Worth Five Cents. Every Verb Is Worth Fifty Cents.