You Know How Cats Do. They Hide

I'll Confess It Is Pleasant To Look At You Asleep. You're Quite Beautiful, Clarice.

Shiloh Isn’t Haunted – Men Are Haunted. Shiloh Doesn’t Care.

Before Me You Are A Slug In The Sun. You Are Privy To A Great Becoming And You Recognize Nothing. You Are An Ant In The After-birth.it Is In Your Nature To Do One Thing Correctly: Before Me You Rightly Tremble. Fear Is Not What You Owe Me, Lounds, You And The Other Pismires. You Owe Me Awe.

Over This Odd World, This Half The World That's Dark Now, I Have To Hunt A Thing That Lives On Tears.

There Is A Common Emotion We All Recognize And Have Not Yet Named -- The Happy Anticipation Of Being Able To Feel Contempt.