A Poem Records Emotions And

Violets Smell Like Burnt Sugar Cubes That Have Been Dipped In Lemon And Velvet.

The More We Exile Ourselves From Nature, The More We Crave Its Miracle Waters.

Our Skin Is What Stands Between Us And The World.

If We Mammals Don't Get Something To Eat Every Day Or Two, Our Temperature Drops, All Our Signs Fall Off, And We Begin To Starve. Living At Biological Red Alert, It's Not Surprising How Obsessed We Are With Food; I'm Just Amazed We Don't Pace And Fret About It All The Time.

Success Produces Success, Just As Money Produces Money.