I Am Out Of Practice At Living.

All I Am Is The Trick Of Words Writing Themselves.

Big Heart, Wide As A Watermelon, But Wise As Birth, There Is So Much Abundance In The People I Have.

O Starry Night, This Is How I Want To Die

Death's In The Good-bye.

Bike Downtown, Stick Out Tongues At The Catholics. Or Form A Piss Club Where We All Go In The Bushes And Peek At Each Other's Sex.