He is so heavy when he whispers

Do you start feeling, ever?	If you press your ear to the wrist of the world you can hear every heartbeat from the beginning of time	The Colour Of His Voice	She is that most perfect art
Let the earth hear his voice	We met at quarter past young; still, we grew up together	Left with his secrets, his picture and silence	Why American women shave their legs
Alternate Eroticism: What if?	I love the smell of Yum Cha in the morning (Spring 01 Sydney noder meet) Malarkey? or Effective Way?	I would like to step out of my heart and go walking beneath the enormous sky	Do not use the toaster: It will catch on fire
the streets are distorted and strange	Everything is relative	highway rest stops	four mark word game
I am writing you at dawn, on a train headed west, a farewell letter to be mailed at the first transfer station, before I head off into parts unknown.	fear knows no names	When Chopin finished a piece he stopped writing it	Gloria Estefan
Why I gave up on anarchy	Unfaithful