The Flower And Fruit Of

The Sea Was Angry That Day My Friend, Like An Old Man Trying To Send Back Soup At A Deli.

Death's Not A Separation Or Alteration Or Parting; It's Just A One-handled Door.

I Like Food, I Like Stripping Vegetables Of Their Skins, I Like To Have A Slim Young Parsnip Under My Knife.

My Heart Was Full Of Softening Showers, I Used To Swing Like This For Hours, I Did Not Care For War Or Death, I Was Glad To Draw My Breath.

Cry Pretty, Pretty, Pretty And You'll Be Able Very Soon Not Even To Cry Pretty And So Be Delivered Entirely From Humanity This Is Prettiest Of All, It Is Very Pretty.