Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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