Insanity has a fond tendency for a public display of sanity. If it finds no tenderness by way of the storm; The Insanity will invite it's self back to the party

A perfect word left behind in an imperfect world who does not know what it is capable of

Others want what they cannot get from us and when we finally give into their demands, We no longer want us either

How come such A Sad Poet; Because Reality is too x-rated. For A Poet's Mind gets messy in this hit and run traffic. And A Rationalizing Clown in a giganturous red nose knows disalarmingly way too much for any silly behavior

Perfected young girl inside of an equation for an imperfect place, Seamstressed only for the one with a button missing

The mind is the pit for which all dump trucks go to release their trash.