Title Deeds Generally Outlast Poems.

Victorian Sorrow: The Stars Are Winking In The Sky, But Not For Us.

Drugs Bring Us To To The Gates Of Paradise, Then Keep Us From Entering.

The Novelty We Want Is Always Close To The Familiar.

I Have Learned To Keep To Myself How Exceptional I Am.

Beware Of Wallflowers. They Expect To Have Everything Done For Them.