Evil Is Maybe Lying To God. Or

Jewels! Today Each Twig Is Important, Each Ring, Each Infection, Each Form Is All That The Gods Must Have Meant.

I Raise My Pelvis To God So That It May Know The Truth Of How Flowers Smash Through The Long Winter.

I Am Crazy As Hell, But I Know It. And Knowing It Is A Kind Of Sanity That Makes The Sickness Worse.

Death's In The Good-bye.

Psychiatry Is A Dirty Mirror.