To Me, The Mind Seems To Be

... Sometimes I Can Feel It, The Way We Are Pouring Slowly Toward A Curve And Around It Through Something Dark And Soft, And We Are Bound To Each Other.

One Of The Duties Of A Baseball Fan Is To Engage In Arguments With The Man Behind Him.

I Did Not Deceive Him, He Did Not Deceive Me, I Did Not Leave Him, He Did Not Leave Me, I Freed Him, He Freed Me.

When I Quit All These Things And Said I Didn't Have Any Time, I Meant I Didn't Have Any Time.

When Anyone Escapes, My Heart / Leaps Up. Even When It's I Who Am Escaped From, / I Am Half On The Side Of The Leaver.