The Pirate He Will Sink You With

Oh It Gets So Lonely When You're Walking And The Streets Are Full Of Strangers

Fibers In A Variety Of Colors Protrude Out Of My Skin Like Mushrooms After A Rainstorm. They Cannot Be Forensically Identified As Animal, Vegetable Or Mineral.

I See Bodies As Individual Things.

Let Light Hearts Remake Us.

I Am As Constant As A Northern Star