My Flesh Winced, In Cowardice, From Such

I Ride Earth's Burning Carousel. Day In, Day Out.

I Never Feel So Much Myself As When I'm In A Hot Bath.

I Took A Deep Breath And Listened To The Old Bray Of My Heart. I Am. I Am. I Am.

This Is The Light Of The Mind, Cold And Planetary. The Trees Of The Mind Are Black. The Light Is Blue.

There Is Something Demoralizing About Watching Two People Get More And More Crazy About Each Other, Especially When You Are The Only Extra Person In The Room.