The Time Is Right To

Because You Always Have A Clock Strapped To Your Body, It's Natural That I Should Think Of You As The Correct Time: With Your Long Blonde Hair At 8:03, And Your Pulse-lightning Breasts At 11:17, And Your Rose-meow Smile At 5:30, I Know I'm Right.

Burn All The Maps To Your Body. I'm Not Here Of My Own Choosing.

The Smallest Snowstorm On Record Took Place An Hour Ago In My Back Yard. It Was Approximately Two Flakes. I Waited For More To Fall, But That Was It. The Entire Storm Was Two Flakes.

There Are Seductions That Should Be In The Smithsonian Institute, Right Next To The Spirit Of St. Louis.

Her Sunny Side Was Always Up.