Stay With The Beer. Beer Is Continuous

There's No Chance At All: We Are All Trapped By A Singular Fate.

I Never Met Another Man I'd Rather Be. And Even If That's A Delusion, It's A Lucky One.

I Am With The Roots Of Flowers Entwined, Entombed Sending Up My Passionate Blossoms As A Flight Of Rockets And Argument; Wine Churls My Throat, Above Me Feet Walk Upon My Brain, Monkies Fall From The Sky Clutching Photographs Of The Planets, But I Seek Only Music And The Leisure Of My Pain

Our Bones Like Stems Into The Sky Will Forever Cry Victory

Dogs And Angels Are Not Very Far Apart