I Couldn’t See The Point Of Getting

Ever Since I Was Small I Loved Feeling Somebody Comb My Hair. It Made Me Go All Sleepy & Peaceful.

I Want To Live And Feel All The Shades, Tones And Variations Of Mental And Physical Experience Possible In Life.

Your Room Is Not Your Prison. You Are.

A Psychiatrist Is The God Of Our Age. But They Cost Money.

Winter Dawn Is The Color Of Metal, The Trees Stiffen Into Place Like Burnt Nerves.