Mercy, I Think, Doesn't The Human Race

I Could Never Accept Life As It Was, I Could Never Gobble Down All Its Poisons Bu There Were Parts, Tenuous Magic Parts Open For The Asking.

Sundays Kill More People Than Bombs.

You Are Yesterday's Bouquet So Sadly Raided

Don't Be Ashamed Of Anything; I Guess God Meant It All Like Locks On Doors.

Don’t Do It. Don’t Love Me.