There Is More Than One Good Way

Then I Thought, "no, I Broke It Myself. I Broke It On Purpose To Pay Myself Back For Being Such A Heel.

...we Shall Board Our Imagined Ship And Wildly Sail Among Sacred Islands Of The Mad Till Death Shatters The Fabulous Stars And Makes Us Real.

There Is Nothing Like Puking With Somebody To Make You Into Old Friends.

We Must Be Moving, Working, Making Dreams To Run Toward; The Poverty Of Life Without Dreams Is Too Horrible To Imagine.

I Laid My Face To The Smooth Face Of The Marble And Howled My Loss Into The Cold Salt Rain.