Be The Instrument Playing The Sound Of

We Could Imagine All Sorts Of Universes Unlike This One, But This Is The One That Happened.

I Took The World Into Me, Rearranged It, And Sent It Back Out As A Question: "do You Like Me?

I Will Describe My Eyes And Then Begin The Story. My Eyes Are Blue And Resplendent. Now I Will Begin The Story.

I'm Interested In The Kind Of Religion That Makes Life Harder. I'm Not So Interested In The Comforting Kind Of Religion.

I Said, 'i Need To Know How He Died.' He Flipped Back And Pointed At, 'why?' So I Can Stop Inventing How He Died. I'm Always Inventing.