All Who Love Have Lied.

Depression Is Boring, I Think And I Would Do Better To Make Some Soup And Light Up The Cave.

But Suicides Have A Special Language. Like Carpenters They Want To Know Which Tools. They Never Ask Why Build. Twice I Have So Simply Declared Myself, Have Possessed The Enemy, Eaten The Enemy, Have Taken On His Craft, His Magic.

I Am Alone Here In My Own Mind. There Is No Map And There Is No Road. It Is One Of A Kind Just As Yours Is.

Psychiatry Is A Dirty Mirror.

Abundance Is Scooped From Abundance Yet Abundance Remains.