Evil Is Maybe Lying To God. Or

True. There Is A Beautiful Jesus. He Is Frozen To His Bones Like A Chunk Of Beef. How Desperately He Wanted To Pull His Arms In! How Desperately I Touch His Vertical And Horizontal Axes! But I Can't. Need Is Not Quite Belief.

Maybe, Although My Heart Is A Kitten Of Butter, I Am Blowing It Up Like A Zeppelin.

I Was Spread Out Dailyand Examined For Flaws.

Depression Is Boring, I Think And I Would Do Better To Make Some Soup And Light Up The Cave.

Sorrow Is Easier Than Guilt.