I Don’t Have Music, Christ I Wish

They Will Love Me For That Which Destroys Me.

What I Sometimes Mistake For Ecstasy Is Simply The Absence Of Grief.

It Is Myself I Have Never Met Whose Face Is Pasted On The Underside Of My Mind

Death Is My Lover And He Wants To Move In.

But You Have Friends. You Have A Lot Of Friends. What Do You Offer Your Friends To Make Them So Supportave. What Do You Offer Your Friends To Make Them So Supportave What Do You Offer. " ...if I Could Remember Any More Of My Lines I'd Add Them So Basically This Is A Preface To The Whole Play. I Would Like To Quote The Whole Play. Currently My Mind Is Afraid To Remember The Play.