Our Dreams Draw Blood From Old Sores.

Our Dreams Draw Blood From Old Sores.

Creation Is Everything You Do. Make Something.

Nice Is Such A Rip-off.

I Am Gonna Write Poems Til I Die And When I Have Gotten Outta This Body I Am Gonna Hang Round In The Wind And Knock Over Everybody Who Got Their Feet On The Ground.

Novels Allow Me To Create A Whole World.