It Never Occurred To Me To Say

Secretly, In Studies And Attics And Schoolrooms All Over America, People Must Be Writing.

When They Asked Me What I Wanted To Be I Said I Didn't Know.

Wear Your Heart On Your Skin In This Life.

Look At That Ugly Dead Mask Here And Do Not Forget It. It Is A Chalk Mask With Dead Dry Poison Behind It, Like The Death Angel. It Is What I Was This Fall, And What I Never Want To Be Again. The Pouting Disconsolate Mouth, The Flat, Bored, Numb, Expressionless Eyes: Symptoms Of The Foul Decay Within.

Aloneness And Selfness Are Too Important To Betray For Company.