I, To You, Am Lost In The

I Must Get My Soul Back From You; I Am Killing My Flesh Without It.

I Collect Men With Interesting Names.

All I Want Is Blackness. Blackness And Silence.

I Was My Own Woman. The Next Step Was To Find The Proper Sort Of Man.

I Am Flushed And Warm. I Think I May Be Enormous, I Am So Stupidly Happy, My Wellingtons Squelching And Squelching Through The Beautiful Red.