I Am Younger Each Year At The

I Cannot Walk An Inch / Without Trying To Walk To God.

Rats Live On No Evil Star

Take A Woman Talking, Purging Herself With Rhymes, Drumming Words Out Like A Typewriter, Planting Words In You Like Grass Seed. You'll Move Off.

In A Dream You Are Never Eighty.

We Are America. We Are The Coffin Fillers. We Are The Grocers Of Death. We Pack Them In Crates Like Cauliflowers.