An Address That Was to Skip Ahead of the Gallop of Its Own S...

The Sky's the Gound, the Bombs Are Plants, and We're the Sun, Love

Meet Me in the Space They Stare at Leaving Their Seat During a Show

It Takes a Million Years to Become Diamonds So Lets Just Burn Like Coal Until the Sky's Black

The 1st Our Lady of Burning Thorns

O, When My Lady Comes

The 2nd Perpetuate the Beautiful

And Third and Youngest, Unnamed

Forever, Like Anti-Oxidants - Listen to the Sound Our Cells Make