What shall we do my darling, when trial grows more, and more, when the dim, lone light expires, and it's dark, so very dark, and we wander, and know not where, and cannot get out of the forest - whose is the hand to help us, and to lead, and forever guide us? ... Where do you think I've strayed and from what new errand returned. I have come from to and fro, and walking up and down the same place that Satan hailed from when God asked where he'd been.

Existence has overpowered Books. Today I slew a Mushroom.

Pardon My Sanity In A World Insane

I felt a Cleaving in my Mind- As if my Brain had split- I tried to match it- Seam by Seam- But could not make it fit.

God's little Blond Blessing we have long deemed you, and hope his so-called Will will not compel him to revoke you.

Assent - and you are sane - Demur - and you're straightaway dangerous - and handled with a chain.

My life closed twice before its close