If You Pluck Out My Heart To

O Heart, Such Disorganization!

I Have Stitched Life Into Me Like A Rare Organ

...we Shall Board Our Imagined Ship And Wildly Sail Among Sacred Islands Of The Mad Till Death Shatters The Fabulous Stars And Makes Us Real.

We Should Meet In Another Life, We Should Meet In Air, Me And You.

I Didn't Really See Why People Should Look At Me. Plenty Of People Looked Queerer Than I Did.