The Tulips Are Too Red...they Hurt Me.

Jealousy Can Open The Blood, It Can Make Black Roses.

Slowly, Slowly, Catch The Monkey.

How Frail The Human Heart Must Be - A Mirrored Pool Of Thought.

I Need The Reality Of Other People, Work, To Fulfill Myself. Must Never Become A Mere Mother And Housewife.

I Am Disabused Of All Faith, And See Too Clearly.