Your First Defence...

I was never good with straight edges, lines, and right angles. Now I live my life by a design. I see things in parts. I rearrange the sane to become strange, I have no age.

Don't Forget To Entertain...

So now begins the slow recline on your knife. Withdrawals from this love with no place to hide. Sometimes I wonder where my time goes. Sometimes I feel just like the night does. Leaves are tiny fishing boats, in the river that is the gutter, racing against my discarded cigarettes from last summer. Deep in the valley they sank. We were asleep on the plank.