We Traveled For Two Weeks

The More Distressing The Memory, The More Persistent It's Presence.

Do You Have Any Idea How Much An Elephant Drinks?

Even When I Look Straight Into The Milky Blue Eyes I Can't Find Myself Any More. When Did I Stop Being Me?

I'm Afraid To Breathe In Case I Break The Spell

Sometimes I Think If I Had To Choose Between An Ear Of Corn Or Making Love To A Woman, I'd Choose The Corn.