Avicenna California...museum Of My Twisted

Sitting Up All Night Would Be Pointless If Somebody You Loved Wasn't Sitting Up With You, Picking Out Music To Play And Helping You Kill The Bourbon. Walking By Yourself In The Rain Is For College Kids Who Think Loneliness Makes Poets.

We Are Raised To Honor All The Wrong Explorers And Discoverers Thieves Planting Flags, Murderers Carrying Crosses. Let Us At Last Praise The Colonizers Of Dreams.

Unicorns Are Not To Be Forgiven." The Magician Felt Himself Growing Giddy With Jealousy, Not Only Of The Touch But Of Something Like A Secret That Was Moving Between Molly And The Unicorn. "unicorns Are For Beginnings," He Said, "for Innocence And Purity, For Newness. Unicorns Are For Young Girls." Molly Was Stroking The Unicorn's Throat As Timidly As Though She Were Blind. She Dried Her Grimy Tears On The White Mane. "you Don't Know Much About Unicorns," She Said.

We Are Not Always What We Seem, And Hardly Ever What We Dream.

When I Was Very Young Every Grownup Was A Hero. It's Been All Downhill Since Then, And I Have Only Two Left.