Though Dreams Can Be Deceiving; Like Faces

The Early Cars Already Are Drawing Deep Breaths Past My Door. And Last Night's Phrases Sick With Lack Of Basis Are Still Writhing On My Floor.

I Wanted To Write A Happy Song. I Didn't Know How.

I Read On The Internet That I Was Dead.

Now I Feel Like Whatever I Do, No One Can Hurt Me. I Cannot Be Violated, I Cannot Be Humiliated, I Cannot Be Disregarded, I Cannot Be Disrespected.

I Really Don't Think Anything I Do Is A Mistake. It Could Be If I Didn't Learn From It.