It's A Little Mad, But I Believe

Now That I Have Written Many Words, And Let Out So Many Loves, For So Many, And Been Altogether What I Always Was A Woman Of Excess, Of Zeal And Greed, I Find The Effort Useless.

The Future Is A Fog That Is Still Hanging Out Over The Sea, A Boat That Floats Home Or Does Not.

I Cannot Walk An Inch / Without Trying To Walk To God.

... Man Is Eating The Earth Up Like A Candy Bar.

Our Eyes Are Full Of Terrible Confessions.