The Healthy Can't Understand The Emptied, The

People B'lief The World Is Built So An Tellin Em It Ain't So Caves The Roofs On Their Heads'n'maybe Yours.

The Song Instantly Insisted It'd Never Existed.

We Are Only What We Know, And I Wished To Be So Much More Than I Was, Sorely.

Trees're Always A Relief, After People.

The Soul Is A Verb." He Impales A Lit Candle On A Spike. "not A Noun.