Breakdowns come, and breakdowns go.

I see a correlation between short stories and songs, because of their length and for what they're meant to evoke. Combine certain words with melodies and it all becomes very moving.

Hide it in a hiding place where no one ever goes Put it in your pantry with your cupcakes

The more I get to thinking, the less I tend to laugh.

I'm going to Graceland, for reasons I cannot explain. There's some part of me wants to see Graceland. And I may be advised to defend every love, every ending, or maybe there's no obligations now. Maybe I've a reason to believe we all will be received in Graceland.

Someone told me it's all happening at the zoo.

Facts can be turned into art if one is artful enough.