A Woman Must Be Nursed Into Subsistence

I Went To The Worst Of Bars Hoping To Get Killed But All I Could Do Was To Get Drunk Again.

There's No Light At The End Of The Tunnel, There Isn't Even A Tunnel. The Best Thing I Can Do Is Get Drunk And Listen To Classical Music. Or Sleep And Wait For Death To Get Closer. Leaving This Will Not Be A Horrible Thing. Yet I'm Glad, Somehow, That I Threw My Words In The Air: Confetti, Celebrating Nothing.

Long Ago, Among Other Lies They Were Taught That Silence Was Bravery.

I Have No Time For Things That Have No Soul.

The Secret Is Writing Down One Simple Line After Another.