God Owns Heaven But He Craves The

I Am Teaching... This Year It's Kind Of Like Having A Love Affair With A Rhinoceros.

I'm The Crazy One Who Thinks That Words Reach People.

I Am Crazy As Hell, But I Know It. And Knowing It Is A Kind Of Sanity That Makes The Sickness Worse.

The Place I Live In Is A Kind Of Maze And I Keep Seeking The Exit Or The Home.

Why Are All These Dolls Falling Out Of The Sky? Was There A Father? Or Have The Planets Cut Holes In Their Nets And Let Our Childhood Out, Or Are We The Dolls Themselves, Born But Never Fed?