I Am The Wilderness Lost In Man.

I Want A Lot To Eat, I'm Going To Think Today.

The Crumbling Castle, Looming Among The Mists, Exhaled The Season, And Every Cold Stone Breathed It Out. The Tortured Trees By The Dark Lake Burned And Dripped, Their Leaves Snatched By The Wind Were Whirled In Wild Circles Through The Towers. The Clouds Mouldered As They Lay Coiled, Or Shifted Themselves Uneasily Upon The Stone Skyfield, Sending Up Wreathes That Drifted Through The Turrets And Swarmed Up Hidden Walls.

Something To Remember, That: Cats For Missiles.

Why Break The Heart That Never Beat From Love?

To Live At All Is Miracle Enough.