My Safe, Safe Psychosis Is Broken. It

Today God Gives Milk / And I Have The Pail.

To Tell The Truth Days Are All The Same Size And Words Aren't Much Company.

Talk To Me About Sadness. I Talk About It Too Much In My Own Head But I Never Mind Others Talking About It Either; I Occasionally Feel Like I Tremendously Need Others To Talk About It As Well.

She Is So Naked And Singular. She Is The Sum Of Yourself And Your Dream. Climb Her Like A Monument, Step After Step. She Is Solid.

I Think It Will Be A Miracle If I Don't Someday End Up Killing Myself.