Silly Girls Your Heads Full Of Boys

The Ellipse Is As Aimless As That, Stretching Invisibly Into The Future So As To Reappear In Our Present. Its Flexing Is Its Account, Return To The Point Of No Return.

Death Is A New Office Building Filled With Modern Furniture, A Wise Thing, But Which Has No Purpose For Us.

What I Like About Music Is Its Ability To Be Convincing, To Carry An Argument Through Successfully To The Finish, Though The Terms Of The Argument Remain Unknown Quantities.

Expecting Rain, The Profile Of A Day Wears Its Soul Like A Hat.

In The Evening Everything Has A Schedule, If You Can Find Out What It Is.