‎"she’ Mad But She’ Magic.

I Am With The Roots Of Flowers Entwined, Entombed Sending Up My Passionate Blossoms As A Flight Of Rockets And Argument; Wine Churls My Throat, Above Me Feet Walk Upon My Brain, Monkies Fall From The Sky Clutching Photographs Of The Planets, But I Seek Only Music And The Leisure Of My Pain

I'm Going, She Said. I Love You But You're Crazy, You're Doomed.

Be It Peace Or Happiness Let It Enfold You

Some Moments Are Nice, Some Are Nicer, Some Are Even Worth Writing About.

The Problem Was You Had To Keep Choosing Between One Evil Or Another, And No Matter What You Chose, They Sliced A Little Bit More Off You, Until There Was Nothing Left.