In The Street Of The Sky Night

Since The Thing Perhaps Is To Eat Flowers And Not To Be Afraid

Nothing Recedes Like Progress.

The Eyes Of My Eyes Are Opened.

A Bouquet Of Clumsy Words: You Know That Place Between Sleep And Awake Where You're Still Dreaming But It's Slowly Slipping? I Wish We Could Feel Like That More Often. I Also Wish I Could Click My Fingers Three Times And Be Transported To Anywhere I Like. I Wish That People Didn't Always Say 'just Wondering' When You Both Know There Was A Real Reason Behind Them Asking. And I Wish I Could Get Lost In The Stars. Listen, There's A Hell Of A Good Universe Next Door, Let's Go.

It May Take Two People To Make A Really Beautiful Mistake.