To Tell The Truth I Never Had

Death Is The Black Backing On The Mirror That Allows Us To See Anything At All.

The Sand Swallows Burst Out Of Their Scupper Holes In The Bluffs And Out Over The Transparent Drown Of The Water, Back Again To The White, To The Brown, To The Black, From Moving To Stock-still Sand Waves And Water-worked Woods And Roots That Hugged And Twisted In The Sun.

An Exchange Occurs Between Man And Woman. Love And Thought Complete Each Other In The Human Pair, And Something Like An Exchange Of Souls Takes Place, According To The Divine Plan.

It's Goodbye To Reality When Love Sets In.

"what Do Women Want?" "they Eat Green Salad And Drink Human Blood."