The last thing we discover in composing a work is what to put down first.
The Mind on Fire: A Faith for the Skeptical and IndifferentYou fell off the tree of fucked-up-weird and slammed every branch on the way down.
Moonlight Falls: Dick MoonlightYou show you care, you die. You show you fear, you die. You show nothing, maybe you live.
Never Fall DownHer grief has not so much changed her as stripped her down, stripped her body and her face.
The Number of MissingLost, so small amid that dark, hands grown cold, body image fading down corridors of television sky.
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