We Looked Like A Parade Barely Moving

Language Does Not Leave Fossils, At Least Not Until It Has Become Written.

If You Will Die For Me, I Will Die For You And Our Graves Will Be Like Two Lovers Washing Their Clothes Together In A Laundromat If You Will Bring The Soap I Will Bring The Bleach.

I Drank Coffee And Read Old Books And Waited For The Year To End.

I'm In A Constant Process Of Thinking About Things.

Excuse Me, I Said. I Thought You Were A Trout Stream. I'm Not, She Said.