I Desire The Things That Will Destroy

To Annihilate The World By Annihilation Of Oneself Is The Deluded Height Of Desperate Egoism.

I Took A Deep Breath And Listened To The Old Bray Of My Heart. I Am. I Am. I Am.

I Talk To God But The Sky Is Empty.

I Am So Hungry For A Big Smashing Creative Burgeoning Burdened Love.

The Sickness Rolled Through Me In Great Waves. After Each Wave It Would Fade Away And Leave Me Limp As A Wet Leaf And Shivering All Over And Then I Would Feel It Rising Up In Me Again, And The Glittering White Torture Chamber Tiles Under My Feet And Over My Head And All Four Sides Closed In And Squeezed Me To Pieces.