Spring Is Like A Perhaps Hand

When Skies Are Hanged And Oceans Drowned, The Single Secret Will Still Be Man

An Intelligent Person Fights For Lost Causes, Realizing That Others Are Merely Effects

Most People Are Perfectly Afraid Of Silence

The Sweet Small Clumsy Feet Of April Came Into The Ragged Meadow Of My Soul.

-tomorrow Is Our Permanent Address And There They’ll Scarcely Find Us(if They Do, We’ll Move Away Still Further:into Now