So I Kiss Him, And There Is

If Neurotic Is Wanting Two Mutually Exclusive Things At One And The Same Time, Then I'm Neurotic As Hell.

Widow. The Word Consumes Itself.

You Are A Dream; I Hope I Never Meet You.

A Fierce Brief Fusion Which Dreamers Call Real, And Realists, An Illusion; An Insight Like The Flight Of Birds.

No Day Is Safe From News Of You.