Let My Lusts Be My Ruin, Then,

And So It Was I Entered The Broken World To Trace The Visionary Company Of Love, Its Voice An Instant In The Wind (i Know Not Whither Hurled) But Not For Long To Hold Each Desperate Choice.

Love: A Burnt Match Skating In A Urinal.

One Must Be Drenched In Words, Literally Soaked In Them, To Have The Right Ones Form Themselves Into The Proper Pattern At The Right Moment.

One Must Be Drenched In Words, Literally Soaked In Them.

I Can Remember Much Forgetfulness.