Fame Is A Lot Of Fun, But

The Heart Lies To Itself Because It Must.

Duende I Can't Remember Her Name. It's Not As Though I've Been In Bed With That Many Women. The Truth Is I Can't Even Remember Her Face. I Kind Of Know How Strong Her Thighs Were, And Her Beauty. But What I Won't Forget Is The Way She Tore Open The Barbecued Chicken With Her Hands, And Wiped The Grease On Her Breasts.

I Dream Of Lost Vocabularies That Might Express Some Of What We No Longer Can.

What We Feel Most Has No Name But Amber, Archers, Cinnamon, Horses And Birds.

I Had Lived All Of My Youthful Dreams, But I Couldn't Think Of Many Adult Ones. I Finally Realized That We Don't Have Many Dreams For Adults Because, Historically, People Have Always Died Much Younger Than They Do Today.