The History Of Melancholia Includes All Of

I Remember Awakening One Morning And Finding Everything Smeared With The Color Of Forgotten Love.

People Are Strange: They Are Constantly Angered By Trivial Things, But On A Major Matter Like Totally Wasting Their Lives, They Hardly Seem To Notice.

Figuring The Average Poet Starts At 16, I Am 23.

Love Dries Up, I Thought As I Walked Back To The Bathroom, Even Faster Than Sperm.

I'm Very Clever At Hiding Poems Perhaps More Clever Than I Am At Writing Them.