I Dream Of Vague Shapes That Hint

Self-hatred Is Sometimes Appropriate.

The Truths I Shun Follow Me, Mumbling.

Old Photograph: Amid The Set Poses Of Her Family, A Young Girl Smiles And Raises Her Hand A Little.

My Obsessions Used To Be My Protectors, But Now They Have Taken Me Prisoner.

The Popping Of Bubblegum Discourages The Most Determined Lecher.