The Stars Are Pears That No One

The Joy That Isn't Shared Dies Young.

Daylight Is Nobody's Friend. God Comes In Like A Landlord And Flashes On His Brassy Lamp.

The Beautiful Feeling After Writing A Poem Is On The Whole Better Even Than After Sex, And That's Saying A Lot.

Big Heart, Wide As A Watermelon, But Wise As Birth, There Is So Much Abundance In The People I Have.

All Considerations For These Human Remains! They Must Have An Escort! They Are Classified!