Why Would You Try To Kill This

Amsterdam Is Like The Rings Of A Tree: It Gets Older As You Get Closer To The Center.

'cause I'm Just - I Want To Go To Amsterdam, And I Want Him To Tell Me What Happens After The Book Is Over, And I Just Don't Want My Particular Life, And Also The Sky Is Depressing Me, And There Is This Old Swing Set Out Here That My Dad Made For Me When I Was A Kid.' 'i Must See This Old Swing Set Of Tears Immediately,' He Said. 'i'll Be Over In Twenty Minutes.'

All The Things Paper-thin And Paper-frail, And All The People Too.

This Is So Much Fun, But I’m So Sleepy. To Be Continued?

She Would Stay On The Road And In Hiding, A Balloon Floating Through The Sky, Eating Up Hundreds Of Miles A Day With A Help Of The Perpetual Tailwind.