Buffalo Bill's Defunct

That Which We Die For Lives As Wholly As That Which We Live For Dies.

The Moon Rattles Like A Fragment Of Angry Candy

Love Being Such, Or Such, The Normal Corners Of Your Heart Will Never Guess How Much My Wonderful Jealousy Is Dark

So, When Kiss Spring Comes We'll Kiss Each Kiss Other On Kiss The Kiss Lips Because Tic Clocks Tock Don't Make A Toctic Difference To Kisskiss You And To Kiss Me.

Nothing Recedes Like Progress.