Adjust My Dreams For Me.

Fear Never Shows Up And The Party Ends Early.

My Pain Is Constant And Sharp, And I Do Not Hope For A Better World For Anyone.

The Numbing Lists Of Things You Were Supposed To Have As An American To Make You Happy, Which Ultimately, Of Course, Don't. Those Aren't The Things That Make You Happy.

After A While You Learn That Everything Stops.

I Felt Lethal, On The Verge Of Frenzy. My Nightly Bloodlust Overflowed Into My Days And I Had To Leave The City. My Mask Of Sanity Was A Victim Of Impending Slippage. This Was The Bone Season For Me And I Needed A Vacation.