I Had Something In My Throat. It

What Would I Do Without The Absurd And The Ephemeral?

I Love You More Than My Own Skin.

I Am That Clumsy Human, Always Loving, Loving, Loving. And Loving. And Never Leaving.

Nothing Is Absolute. Everything Changes, Everything Moves, Everything Revolves, Everything Flies And Goes Away.

I Love You More Than My Own Skin And Even Though You Don’t Love Me The Same Way, You Love Me Anyways, Don’t You? And If You Don’t, I’ll Always Have The Hope That You Do, And I’m Satisfied With That. Love Me A Little. I Adore You.