I Burn The Way Money Burns.

Fear / A Motor, / Pumps Me Around And Around / Until I Fade Slowly.

Don’t Worry If They Say You’re Crazy. They Said That About Me And Yet I Was Saner Than All Of Them. I Knew. No Matter. You Know. Insane Or Sane, You Know. It’s A Good Thing To Know - No Matter What They Call It.

I Imitatea Memory Of Beliefthat I Do Not Own.

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

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.