Hunting Will Never Feed Lots Of People;

Time Was Passing Like A Hand Waving From A Train That I Wanted To Be On.

I Ran Rather Than Walked, Anxious To Lose My Way. All I Wanted Was To Be Unsure.

I Want An Infinitely Blank Book And The Rest Of Time.

Do You Have Any Coffee?'...'it Stunts My Growth, And I'm Afraid Of Death.

I Wanted To Hit Him. I Wanted To Hold Him. I Wanted To Shout Myself Into His Ear.