If There Are Junk Yards In Hell,

It Was Better For Me When I Could Imagine Greatness In Others, Even If It Wasn't Always There.

I Am Not Like Other People. I Am Burning In Hell. The Hell Of Myself.

My Flesh Looked Like It Wasn't Trying. It Looked Like It Hated Being Part Of Me.

Existence Was Not Only Absurd, It Was Plain Hard Work. Think Of How Many Times You Put On Your Underwear In A Lifetime. It Was Appalling, It Was Disgusting, It Was Stupid.

Never Envy A Man His Lady. Behind It All Lays A Living Hell.