Bent out of shape from society's pliers, cares not to come up any higher, but rather get you down in the hole that he's in.
Sometimes it's not enough to know what things mean, sometimes you have to know what things don't mean.
Let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late.
The radio makes hideous sounds.
What drives me to you, drives me insane.
Gates appeal to me because of the negative space they allow. They can be closed but at the same time they allow the seasons and breezes to enter and flow. They can shut you out or shut you in. And in some ways there is no difference.