The Ground Has On Its Clothes. The

This Is No Dream Just My Oily Life Where The People Are Alibis And The Street Is Unfindable For An Entire Lifetime.

Being Sixteen In The Pants I Died Full Of Questions

I Have Been Cut In Two.

I Am A Collection Of Dismantled Almosts.

Watch Out For Love (unless It Is True, And Every Part Of You Says Yes Including The Toes), It Will Wrap You Up Like A Mummy, And Your Scream Won't Be Heard And None Of Your Running Will Run.