Congratulations! You're A Woman. Now Die.

I Think About How Much Depends Upon A Best Friend. Then You Wake Up In The Morning You Swing Your Legs Out Of Bed And You Put Your Feet On The Ground And You Stand Up. You Don't Scoot To The Edge Of The Bed And Look Down To Make Sure The Floor Is There. The Floor Is Always There. Until It's Not.

I Kept Waiting For That Loneliness And Nervousness To Make Me Want To Go Back. But It Never Did.

How Strange And How Lovely It Is To Be Anything At All.

I Wasn't Disappointed. My Expectations Had Been Met.

Maybe All The Strings Inside Him Broke.