No Wonder Sorrow Doesn’t Smile Much. No

Polly Jean, I Love You. I Love The Texture Of Your Skin, The Taste Of Your Saliva, The Softness Of Your Ears. I Love Every Inch And Every Part Of Your Entire Body. From Your Toes And The Beautifully Curved Arches Of Your Feet, To The Exceptional Shade And Warmth Of Your Dark Hair. I Need You In My Life, I Hope You Need Me Too.

Sound Doesn't Always Have To Be Heard. Sound Can Also Be Created By How A Pattern Is Set Up On A Surface- How It Moves Across The Surface, How Light Reflects The Surface [and] Can Generate A Feeling. Sound Can Also Be Through Feeling, Through Color, Through Texture.

To Sustain Hatred Is A Very Difficult Thing To Do, Year After Year. It's Exhausting.

I Write Hate Lyrics Really Well. It's Not Every Day You Can Use Them, Really.

My Biggest Fear Is Losing Memory Because Memory Is What We Are. Your Very Soul And Your Very Reason To Be Alive Is Tied Up In Memory.