I Don't Want To Die, Really. I'm

By The Time Ordinary Life Asserted Itself Once More, I Would Feel I Had Already Lived For A While In Some Other Lifetime, That I Had Even Taken Over Someone Else's Life.

Do You Think That Clothes Have A Life Of Their Own, And Maybe Have Unsuitable Affairs With Opposite Styles? I Mean - You Look At Some People - Their Clothes Go On Flirting Long After The People Inside Them Have Lost Interest.

I Don't Want To Die, Really. I'm Interested In What Happens Next, So I've Got To Keep On.

Will You Still Love Me When I'm A Monster?

I Hope I Am Not Too Repetitive. However, Coming To Terms With Death Is Part Of The General Human Situation.