Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, I was dying. Of loneliness.
I wouldn't have any time to read.
She only wrote once.
- Can I come in? - Yeah.
and I started wearing it to remember him by.
I'm sorry.
Much older than I.
But a lot of what's called poetry isn't really poetry, you know?
Is there any other way?
But I know I love her.
But... for who?
I said I'd take it.
Do you often hallucinate?
"and under every deep a lower deep opens."
I'm afraid you got the Norcross constitution.
So many oysters. I was intoxicated.
As much as I can.
Please try to eat.
And then the three of you were born.
My examination makes clear
Does that make any sense?
here you go.