I've Seen Death And I Didn't Like

An Image Is A Stop The Mind Makes Between Uncertainties.

Suffering For Love Is How I Have Learned Practically Everything I Know, Love Of Grandmother Up And On.

The Heart Of The Jealous Knows The Best And Most Satisfying Love, That Of The Other's Bed, Where The Rival Perfects The Lover's Imperfections.

I'm A Fart In A Gale Of Wind, A Humble Violet Under A Cow Pat.

I Like My Human Experience Served Up With A Little Silence And Restraint. Silence Makes Experience Go Further And, When It Does Die, Gives It That Dignity Common To A Thing One Had Touched And Not Ravished