shall we dance into the perpetual torture of our union once more?

where does it derive its strength? is it the blood soaked soil? or the fear stained heart?

awake, then die in the arms of a modified lover sleep, then dream in the absence of a tangible lover envision, then sing in the thralls of a hungry lover

runaway my phantom bride and take your bouquet of poisonous flowers float away specter and take the rest of my desire

at night i loved her at night i waited under the tarp at night i watched her looking up at the stars dreaming of a better time to watch me

i witness the birth of the moon and her servants walking the night sky pulling us into their wake

the heavens raped from our misuse of love

When you see what some girls marry, you realize how they must hate to work for a living.

It's love that makes the world go round - otherwise it would be flat.

No one ever pretended that shopping for anything is a rational experience. If it were, would there be Fluffernutter? Laceless sneakers? Porkpie hats? Would the Chia Pet even exist?

Human models are more vivid and more persuasive than explicit moral commands.

Ziggy played guitar, jamming good with Weird and Gilly.

Most people who commit a sin count on some personal benefit to be derived therefrom, but profanity has not even this excuse.

Anytime you have a fellow artist say, 'Loving the new Luke Bryan album,' that's awesome.

I'm not like Puff Daddy, I hold my own umbrella.

Those who dare to interpret God's will must never claim Him as an asset for one nation or group rather than another.

Industry is the enemy of melancholy