I Had No Freedom. I Had Nothing.

We Sat There Smoking Cigarettes At 5 In The Morning.

Humanity, You Never Had It From The Beginning." That Was My Motto.

The Beautiful Are Found In The Edge Of A Room Crumpled Into Spiders And Needles And Silence And We Can Never Understand Why They Left,they Were So Beautiful. They Dont Make It, The Beautiful Die Young And Leave The Ugly To Their Ugly Lives.

Love Dries Up, I Thought As I Walked Back To The Bathroom, Even Faster Than Sperm.

I Feel Strangely Normal.