Don't Wanna Sleep, Don't Wanna

I Thought Of The Future, And Spoke Of The Past.

So The Days, The Last Days, Blow About In A Memory, Hazy Autumnal, All Alike As Leaves: Until A Day Unlike Any Other I've Lived

The Quietness Of His Tone Italicized The Malice Of His Reply.

Hulga The Whole While Hollering Like A Half-slaughtered Hog. (attention, Students Of Literature! Alliteration - Have You Noticed? - Is My Least Vice.)

Love Is A Chain Of Love As Nature Is A Chain Of Life.