Kiss Me And You Will See How

The Moon Has Nothing To Be Sad About, Staring From Her Hood Of Bone. She Is Used To This Sort Of Thing. Her Blacks Crackle And Drag.

I Hurl My Heart To Halt His Pace.

Every Day Is Precious And I Feel Infinitely Sad At This Time Melting Away From Me.

I Can't Be Satisfied With The Colossal Job Of Merely Living.

It's The Living, The Eating, The Sleeping That Everyone Needs. Ideas Don't Matter So Much After All. My Three Best Friends Are Catholic. I Can't See Their Beliefs, But I Can See The Things They Love To Do On Earth. When You Come Right Down To It, I Do Believe In The Freedom Of The Individual.