When they told me I was dying, which I wasn't,
I began to miss the things in the world which I ...  [+]

And what if dying is like
that time I got out of school early
because I had an appointment
and I pushed open the heavy doors
and walked out into the day
and it was a beautiful spring day ...  [+]

It's pleasant to remember
the house you grew up in,
big as a childhood,
even if it was a small house,
even if it was an unpleasant
childhood, even if
it was an apartment or
just a ...  [+]

Maybe I should tell the ending first.
In the beginning was the ending.
If it's a story worth telling, a song
worth singing, it should sing itself. KISS-FIST
is one sign for love. Two fists ...  [+]