Aloneness And Selfness Are Too Important To

Perfection Is Terrible, It Cannot Have Children.

No Day Is Safe From News Of You.

I Don’t Care About Anyone, And The Feeling Is Quite Obviously Mutual.

And I Sit Here Without Identity: Faceless. My Head Aches.

I Know The Bottom, She Says. I Know It With My Great Tap Root: It Is What You Fear. I Do Not Fear It: I Have Been There.