And I Identify Too Closely With My

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

I Am Solitary As Grass. What Is It I Miss? Shall I Ever Find It, Whatever It Is?

You Are The One. Solid The Spaces Lean On, Envious. You Are The Baby In The Barn.

I Felt Very Still And Empty, The Way The Eye Of A Tornado Must Feel, Moving Dully Along In The Middle Of The Surrounding Hullabaloo.

I Believe That One Should Be Able To Control And Manipulate Experiences, Even The Most Terrific, Like Madness, Being Tortured, This Sort Of Experience, And One Should Be Able To Manipulate These Experiences With An Informed And An Intelligent Mini.