Let Light Hearts Remake Us.

Chase Away The Demons, And They Will Take The Angels With Them.

There'll Be Icicles And Birthday Clothes And Sometimes There'll Be Sorrow

Give Me Spots On My Apples, But Leave Me The Birds And The Bees, Please.

Fibers In A Variety Of Colors Protrude Out Of My Skin Like Mushrooms After A Rainstorm. They Cannot Be Forensically Identified As Animal, Vegetable Or Mineral.

I Prefer Christmas, Which Is Everybody's Holiday. It's Just My Nature. I Don't Like To Be Zeroed In On En Masse.