I Wanted My Wild Things To Be

I Cry A Lot Because I Miss People. They Die And I Can't Stop Them. They Leave Me And I Love Them More.

There Should Be A Place Where Only The Things You Want To Happen, Happen.

I'm Writing A Poem Right Now About A Nose. I've Always Wanted To Write A Poem About A Nose. But It's A Ludicrous Subject. That's Why, When I Was Younger, I Was Afraid Of [writing] Something That Didn't Make A Lot Of Sense. But Now I'm Not. I Have Nothing To Worry About. It Doesn't Matter.

I Want To See Me To The End Working, Living For Myself. Ripeness Is All.

You Can't Get Rid Of Evil. We Can't, And I Feel That So Intensely.