Bike Downtown, Stick Out Tongues

Our Eyes Are Full Of Terrible Confessions.

I Would Like To Bury All The Hating Eyes Under The Sand Somewhere.

Once I Was Beautiful. Now I Am Myself, Counting This Row And That Row Of Moccasins Waiting On The Silent Shelf.

Life Is A Trick, Life Is A Kitten In A Sack.

Talk To Me About Sadness. I Talk About It Too Much In My Own Head But I Never Mind Others Talking About It Either; I Occasionally Feel Like I Tremendously Need Others To Talk About It As Well.