Well, We Lost It, And That’s All

There Are Policemen In The Street And Angels In The Clouds

Death Is Not The Problem; Waiting Around For It Is.

The Male, For All His Bravado And Exploration, Is The Loyal One, The One Who Generally Feels Love. The Female Is Skilled At Betrayal And Torture And Damnation.

I Never Understood Society. I Undersand That It Works Somehow And That It Functions As A Reality And That Its Realities Are Necessary To Keep Us From Worse Realities. But All I Sense Are That Are Plenty Of Police And Jails And Judges And Laws And That What Is Meant To Protect Me Is Breaking Me Down.

In This Room The Hours Of Love Still Make Shadows.