My Heart Is On A Budget. It

Of Course The New Testament Is Very Small. Its Mouth Opens Four Times As Out-of-date As A Prehistoric Monster, Yet Somehow Man-made.

Sometimes The Soul Takes Pictures Of Things It Has Wished For, But Never Seen.

There Once Was A Miller With A Daughter As Lovely As A Grape. He Told The King That She Could Spin Gold Out Of Common Straw. The King Summoned The Girl And Locked Her In A Room Full Of Straw And Told Her To Spin It Into Gold Or She Would Die Like A Criminal. Poor Grape With No One To Pick. Luscious And Round And Sleek. Poor Thing. To Die And Never See Brooklyn. (rumpelstiltskin)

Only My Books Anoint Me, And A Few Friends, Those Who Reach Into My Veins.

Abundance Is Scooped From Abundance Yet Abundance Remains.