your handtouching mine.this is howgalaxiescollide.

The rules of life are nothing that cannot be fixed.

They blossomed, they did not talk about blossoming.

When I/Don’t know/What to say,/Let me/Listen.

There is a Moment in each Day that Satan cannot find

Poetry keeps mein a highly drunken stateof divinity.

You don’t know anything, but I know even less.

all the wordsall the poems know my warm, soft spots.

Imperfection is my ticket, perfection is my pursuit.

I’m going to become a beat poet and a lesbian!

I eat the hearts of girls and puke slugs and snails.

Love crosses the sky on a peculiar disturbing night.

What will you do now with the gift of your left life?

He thought others were small; that was his greatness.

Little,It is a small measureBut can you measure love?