<<to the mother of Holly Jones >>
I saw your neck...

The timbre of a crying dog burning in the...
unpleasant like unknown...

I cannot live without you
without you by my side, in my heart...

Death is like a crack on the windshield of my car
I can see that crack's dissemination...

These roads are eloquent
in every inarticulate turn...

I am happening
as I look at my watch...

...

The word was:
"The brotherhood of good...

This is the time
to say goodbye to sobriety...

Soon your beauty is going to be over:
your prime...

You turned my wild wings to a homing pigeon
I was baptized in your nectar...

What a hug-less night!
what infectious cruelty...