God, I Wish You Could Have Been

We Are, All Four Of Us, Blood Relatives, And We Speak A Kind Of Esoteric, Family Language, A Sort Of Semantic Geometry In Which The Shortest Distance Between Any Two Points Is A Fullish Circle.

I Felt So Lonesome, All Of A Sudden. I Almost Wished I Was Dead.

Who Wants Flowers When Youre Dead? Nobody.

The Goddam Movies. They Can Ruin You. I'm Not Kidding

I'm Sick Of Not Having The Courage To Be An Absolute Nobody. I'm Sick Of Myself And Everybody Else That Wants To Make Some Kind Of A Splash.