You've got some 'Star-Spangled' nails in your coffin, kid. That's what they've done for you, son.

God-forsaken is beautiful, too.

Finding is losing something else. I think about, perhaps even mourn, what I lost to find this

I’ll affect you slowly as if you were having a picnic in a dream. There will be no ants. It won’t rain.

Im haunted a little this evening by feelings that have no vocabulary and events that should be explained in dimensions of lint rather than words. Ive been examining half-scraps of my childhood. They are pieces of distant life that have no form or meaning. They are things that just happened like lint.

One day Time will die And love will bury it

Elizabeth's voice had a door in it. When you opened that door you found another door, and that door opened yet another door. All the doors were nice and led out of her.