04.02.2004

When did you stop believing in paradise? What else stopped then?
Cut the iris from the yard and took it over to the grave

Blessed are the 100 proof spirits, they shall conduct us into the earth
Allow the little pills to come unto me, for my blood runs cold

04.01.2004

After sitting a while, realized I'd been listening to the apple tree grow
Love the mockingbird, but what here makes its own song?

Even in midnight silence, sometimes, the mockingbird sings
For all Earth's sorrow, every day a million small truces