I Normally Can't Stand Vice-free People. They

Catch Me On A Good Day, I Think Half Of My Books Aren't Too Bad. Catch Me On A Bad Day, I Think I've Never Written A Good Line.

In Greek Tragedy, They Fall From Great Heights. In Noir, They Fall From The Curb.

Grief, I Swear To God, Doesn't Live In The Heart. It Lives In The Senses. And Sometimes, All I Want To Do Is Cut Off My Nose So I Can't Smell Her, Hack My Fingers Off At The Joint.

The Brain Controls Pain. It Controls Fear. Sleep. Empathy. Hunger. Everything We Associate With The Heart Or The Soul Or The Nervous System Is Actually Controlled By The Brain. Everything. What If You Could Control It?

... Scarred By Wisdom She'd Never Asked For.