I Cannot Understand Why My Arm Is

A Woman Watches Her Body Uneasily, As Though It Were An Unreliable Ally In The Battle For Love.

Even Without The Mushroom Cloud Still I Would Have Hated Listen I Would Have Done The Same Things Even If There Were No Death I Will Not Be Held Like A Drunkard Under The Cold Tap Of Facts I Refuse The Universal Alibi

When You're Not Feeling Holy, Your Loneliness Says That You've Sinned.

You Lose Your Grip, And Then You Slip Into The Masterpiece.

Don't Call Yourself A Secret Unless You Mean To Keep It.