Your Stockings Prove Your Virtues. Be Certain

Your Stockings Prove Your Virtues. Be Certain They Are Clean And Free Of Tears.

Ea: Is It The Smoke That Smells Like Vanilla? Audience: Yeah. Ea: Yeah, They Do That To Mask The Chemicals That Are Actually Killing You.

I Smile To Myself Knowing That They May Be Dead.

There Is No Suggestion Box In The Psych Ward.

I Am My Heart's Undertaker. Daily I Go And Retrieve Its Tattered Remains, Place Them Delicately Into Its Little Coffin, And Bury It In The Depths Of My Memory, Only To Have To Do It All Again Tomorrow.