Death Is The Only Real

I Wish I Could Write A Beautiful Book To Break Those Hearts That Are Soon To Cease To Exist: A Book Of Faith And Small Neat Worlds And Of People Who Live By The Philosophies Of Popular Songs.

The Night You Gave Me My Birthday Party... You Were A Young Lieutenant And I Was A Fragrant Phantom, Wasn't I? And It Was A Radiant Night, A Night Of Soft Conspiracy And The Trees Agreed That It Was All Going To Be For The Best.

She Quietly Expected Great Things To Happen To Her, And No Doubt That’s One Of The Reasons Why They Did.

Pronunciation Has Made Many An Innocent Word Sound Like A Doctor's Orders For A Stomach Pump.

I Remember Every Single Spot Of Light That Ever Gouged A Shadow Beside Your Bones.