Somewhere In Him, A Shadow

...i Mean, You Don't Just Love People, You Must Love Them With Exclamation Points.

All Of Us, No Matter How We Look Born Into This World, Feel Something Like The Hunchback. It Doesn't Matter If You Have A Beautiful Face Or Not.

A Conglomerate Heap Of Trash, That's What I Am. But It Burns With A High Flame.

It Could Reach Up And Grab The Moon.

He Felt His Smile Slide Away, Melt, Fold Over And Down On Itself Like A Tallow Skin, Like The Stuff Of A Fantastic Candle Burning Too Long And Now Collapsing And Now Blown Out.