I love you. I love you, but I’m turning to my verses and my heart is closing like a fist.

Destroy yourself, if you don't know!

I can't even enjoy a blade of grass unless I know there's a subway handy, or a record store or some other sign that people do not totally regret life. It's more important to confirm the least sincere. The clouds get enough attention as it is.

A man was the cause of it all. An unarmed man with a weapon.

Leaf! you are so big! How can you change your color, then just fall! As if there were no such thing as integrity!

And always embrace things, people earth sky stars, as I do, freely and with the appropriate sense of space.

Grace / to be born and live as variously as possible