From A Proud Tower In The Town,

A Lie Travels Round The World While Truth Is Putting Her Boots On.

You Will Observe That The Stories Told Are All About Money-seekers, Not About Money-finders.

...and, All At Once, The Moon Arouse Through The Thin Ghastly Mist, And Was Crimson In Color... And They Lynx Which Dwelleth Forever In The Tomb, Came Out Therefrom. And Lay Down At The Feet Of The Demon. And Looked At Him Steadily In The Face.

Melancholy Is ... The Most Legitimate Of All The Poetical Tones.

Dreams Are The Eraser Dust I Blow Off My Page. They Fade Into The Emptiness, Another Dark Gray Day. Dreams Are Only Memories Of The Plans I Had Back Then. Dreams Are Eraser Dust And Now I Use A Pen.