A Spark Can Set A Whole Forest

There's No Light At The End Of The Tunnel, There Isn't Even A Tunnel. The Best Thing I Can Do Is Get Drunk And Listen To Classical Music. Or Sleep And Wait For Death To Get Closer. Leaving This Will Not Be A Horrible Thing. Yet I'm Glad, Somehow, That I Threw My Words In The Air: Confetti, Celebrating Nothing.

It Seems I Make A Lot Of Mistakes And It Seems That I Am Not Allowed Any.

Pain Is Absurd Because It Exists, Nothing More.

Once In A Dream I Saw A Snake Swallowing Its Own Tail, It Swallowed And Swallowed Until It Got Halfway Round, And There It Stopped And There It Stayed, It Was Stuffed With Its Own Self. Some Fix, That. We Only Have Ourselves To Go On, And It's Enough.

They, All Of Them, Seemed To Put Literary Form In Front Of The Actuality And Living Of Life Itself.