I don't know these people and they aren't my flowers.

The bees in my stomach are dead and getting used to it.

A sombrero fell out of the sky and landed on the main street of town in front of the mayor, his cousin, and a person out of work. The day was scrubbed clean by the desert air. The sky was blue. It was the blue of human eyes, waiting for something to happen. There was no reason for a sombrero to fall out of the sky. No airplane or helicopter was passing overhead and it was not a religious holiday.

We walked back to iDEATH, holding hands. Hands are very nice things, especially after they have travelled back from making love.

I didn't know the full dimensions of forever, but I knew it was longer than waiting for Christmas to come.

If you get hung up on everybody else's hang-ups, then the whole world's going to be nothing more than one huge gallows.

For fear you will be alone you do so many things that aren't you at all.