ABYSS Our country lives Among the dead And dies among the living Sometimes.
The Condemned Apple: Selected PoetryKara knew je only recognised t and a on a string and he was nothing more than a sleazy pupeeter
CRACK APPLE AND POP!Will: Do you like apples? Clark: Yeah. Will: Well, I got her number. How do you like them apples?
Good Will HuntingInnocent droplets of rain Make almost all events Quite natural. (from "A Rainy Day")
The Condemned Apple: Selected PoetryRubenesque: the word for masterpiece curves. Screw you, unsalted rice cakes.
Poisoned Apples: Poems for You, My Pretty