To Live Past The End Of Your

Life Pulls Softly Inside Your Bindings. The Pod Glows - Dear Stench.

I Never Really Got Over The Fun Of Making Letters.

Existence Will Not Stop Until It Gets To Beauty.

The Words We Read And Words We Write Never Say Exactly What We Mean. The People We Love Are Never Just As We Desire Them. The Two Symbola Never Perfectly Match. Eros Is In Between.

You Remember Too Much," My Mother Said To Me Recently. "why Hold Onto All That?" And I Said, "where Can I Put It Down?