It's Well We Cannot Hear The Screams

The World May Think It Idiotic, Nor Care At All We're Symbiotic, But I Will Say At Once And Twice: I Find It Nice. I Find It Nice.

I Don't Know What It Is I'm Doing. But It's Not That. Despite All Evidence To The Contrary.

Such Excess Of Passion Is Quite Out Of Fashion

It's Well We Cannot Hear The Screams We Make In Other People's Dreams.

Having Got Into Bed And Turned Out The Light, I Quietly Burst Into Tears Because I Am Not A Good Person. As They Came And Went For Some Minutes, I Was Concerned With The Words Following 'because' In The Previous Sentence, Rewriting Them Over And Over In My Head Until They Seemed To Be As Close To The Truth As It Was Possible For Me To Make Them.