It's pretty hard to have faith when everybody is trying to lock you up.
The heart is something else. Nobody knows what's going to happen,' I said
because you always have a clock strapped to your body, it's natural that i should think of you as the correct time: with your long blonde hair at 8:03, and your pulse-lightning breasts at 11:17, and your rose-meow smile at 5:30, i know i'm right.
We looked like a parade barely moving toward YOU MIGHT GET LOST.
I'll think about things for thirty or forty years before I'll write it.
Our names were made for us in another century.