I Am Your Dwarf. I Am The

Even So, I Must Admire Your Skill. You Are So Gracefully Insane.

Watch Out For Love (unless It Is True, And Every Part Of You Says Yes Including The Toes), It Will Wrap You Up Like A Mummy, And Your Scream Won't Be Heard And None Of Your Running Will Run.

The Day Of Fire Is Coming, The Thrush Will Fly Ablaze Like A Little Sky Rocket.

You Must Be A Poet, A Lady Of Evil Luck Desiring To Be What You Are Not, Longing To Be What You Can Only Visit.

There Is Hope. There Is Hope Everywhere. Today God Give Milk And I Have The Pail.