I Do Not Fear It: I Have

The Floor Seemed Wonderfully Solid. It Was Comforting To Know I Had Fallen And Could Fall No Farther.

The Blood Jet Is Poetry And There Is No Stopping It.

Talking About My Fears To Others Feeds It.

Dancing Is The Normal Prelude To Intercourse.

It Is A Terrible Thing To Be So Open: It Is As If My Heart Put On A Face And Walked Into The World.