I Was Only Sitting Here In My

To Be Without God Is To Be A Snake / Who Wants To Swallow An Elephant.

All I Am Is The Trick Of Words Writing Themselves.

I Would Like To Think That No One Would Die Anymore If We All Believed In Daisies But The Worms Know Better, Don't They? They Slide Into The Ear Of A Corpse And Listen To His Great Sigh.

Evil Is Maybe Lying To God. Or Better, Lying To Love.

The Man Inside Of Woman Ties A Knot So That They Will Never Again Be Separate.