It's In An Inland Sea That The

If A Man Can Only Write Well When Drunk, I'll Tell Him: Get Drunk. And If He Tells Me That His Liver Suffers With It, I'll Answer: What's Your Liver? It's A Dead Thing That Lives As Long As You Live, And The Poems You'll Write Will Live Without A As Long As.

Life Is Whatever We Conceive It To Be.

I Wasn’t Meant For Reality, But Life Came And Found Me.

I Am The Escaped One, After I Was Born They Locked Me Up Inside Me But I Left. My Soul Seeks Me, Through Hills And Valley, I Hope My Soul Never Finds Me.

The End Is Low, Like All Quantitative Ends, Personal Or Not, And It Can Be Attained And Verified.