I've Eaten A Bag Of Green Apples.

I Could Feel The Winter Shaking My Bones And Banging My Teeth Together.

There Is A Certain Unique And Strange Delight About Walking Down An Empty Street Alone. There Is An Off-focus Light Cast By The Moon, And The Streetlights Are Part Of The Spotlight Apparatus On A Bare Stage Set Up For You To Walk Through. You Get A Feeling Of Being Listened To, So You Talk Aloud, Softly, To See How It Sounds.

They Would Grow Old. They Would Forget Me.

And I, Love, Am A Pathological Liar.

God, How I Ricochet Between Certainties And Doubts.