Kiss Me And You Will See How

…beating Time Along The Edge Of Thought.

We Must Be Moving, Working, Making Dreams To Run Toward; The Poverty Of Life Without Dreams Is Too Horrible To Imagine.

One Thing, I Try To Be Honest. And What Is Revealed Is Often Rather Hideously Unflattering.

The Slime Of All My Yesterdays Rots In The Hollow Of My Skull.

Is There No Way Out Of The Mind?