The World We Suggest Is A New

I Am Troubled, Immeasurably By Your Eyes. I Am Struck By The Feather Of Your Soft Reply. The Sound Of Glass Speaks Quick, Disdain And Conceals What Your Eyes Fight To Explain.

I've Always Thought Comparisons Were Useless And Ugly. It Is A Short Cut To Thinking.

The Night Is Young & Full Of Rest I Can’t Describe The Way She’s Dress’d She’ll Pander To Some Strange Requests Anything That You Suggest Anything To Please Her Guest.

The Future Is Uncertain But The End Is Always Near.

I Believe In A Long, Prolonged, Derangement Of The Senses In Order To Obtain The Unknown.