Awareness Is The Enemy Of Sanity, For

My Reasons To Live Were My Reasons To Die But At Least They Were Mine Now I've Freedom Unbound Cut The Laces Of Life

I Smile To Myself Knowing That They May Be Dead.

Perfume Was First Created To Mask The Stench Of Foul And Offensive Odors... Spices And Bold Flavorings Were Created To Mask The Taste Of Putrid And Rotting Meat... What Then Was Music Created For? Was It To Drown Out The Voices Of Others, Or The Voices Within Ourselves? I Think I Know.

Then I Break A Glass And I Slit My Very Innermost Thigh So That I Can Pretend That I'm Menstru--- Well, Unavailable.

I Am My Heart's Undertaker. Daily I Go And Retrieve Its Tattered Remains, Place Them Delicately Into Its Little Coffin, And Bury It In The Depths Of My Memory, Only To Have To Do It All Again Tomorrow.