And So As Much As I Can,

In Its Own Way The Kiss Had Been An Act Of Murder.

Killing Makes Me Feel Good.

It’s Like, Everything Really Is Two Ways, The Way We All Pretend It Is And The Way It Really Is

I Rose To My Knees, Mouth Dry And Heart Pounding, And Paused To Finger A Rip In My Beautiful Dacron Bowling Shirt. I Pushed My Fingertip Through The Hole And Wiggled It At Myself. Hello, Dexter, Where Are You Going? Hello, Mr. Finger. I Don't Know, But I'm Almost There. I Hear My Friends Calling.

But What Could I Do? Be Stupid For A While? I Wasn't Sure I Knew How, Even After So Many Years Of Careful Observation.