For Fear You Will Be Alone You

You've Got Some 'star-spangled' Nails In Your Coffin, Kid. That's What They've Done For You, Son.

I Don't Know These People And They Aren't My Flowers.

I Saw Thousands Of Pumpkins Last Night Come Floating In On The Tide, Bumping Up Against The Rocks And Rolling Up On The Beaches; It Must Be Halloween In The Sea

Elizabeth's Voice Had A Door In It. When You Opened That Door You Found Another Door, And That Door Opened Yet Another Door. All The Doors Were Nice And Led Out Of Her.

I Do Not Care To Be Esthetically Tickled In A Fancy Theater Surrounded By An Audience Drenched In The Confident Perfume Of Culture. I Can't Afford It.