Let' Em Learn Or Let' Em Die

Angels, We Have Grown Apart.

There's A Small Balcony Here, The Door Is Open And I Can See The Lights Of The Cars On The Harbor Freeway South, They Never Stop, That Roll Of Lights, On And On. All Those People. What Are They Doing? What Are They Thinking? We're All Going To Die, All Of Us, What A Circus! That Alone Should Make Us Love Each Other But It Doesn't.

And Don't Forget: Time Is Meant To Be Wasted, Love Fails And Death Is Useless.

I Am Going To Start Selling Air In Dark Orange Bags Marked: Moon-blooms

I Am A Series Of Small Victories And Large Defeats And I Am As Amazed As Any Other That I Have Gotten From There To Here.