I think I am worthwhile just because I have optical nerves and can try to put down what they perceive. What a fool!
If there's anything I look down on, it's a man in a blue outfit.
Love, love, I have hung our cave with roses.
They had to call and call And pick the worms off me like sticky pearls.
And the danger is that in this move toward new horizons and far directions, that I may lose what I have now, and not find anything except loneliness
The silence drew off, baring the pebbles and shells and all the tatty wreckage of my life.