I Feel Like I've Swallowed A Cloudy

Ordinary Imperfect People, Always Choose Similarly Imperfect People As Friends.

I Go By The Gut. I Might Not Appear To Have Any Talent But I've Got Plenty Of Gut Instinct.

What We Seek Is Some Kind Of Compensation For What We Put Up With.

A Regular Wind-up Toy World This Is, I Think. Once A Day The Wind-up Bird Has To Come And Wind The Springs Of This World. Alone In This Fun House, Only I Grow Old, A Pale Softball Of Death Swelling Inside Me. Yet Even As I Sleep Somewhere Between Saturn And Uranus, Wind-up Birds Everywhere Are Busy At Work Fulfilling Their Appointed Rounds.

Despite Your Best Efforts, People Are Going To Be Hurt When It's Time For Them To Be Hurt.