Each Day I Lacerated Myself Thinking On

We Are Actually Fourth Dimensional Beings In A Third Dimensional Body Inhabiting A Second Dimensional World!

Each Day I Lacerated Myself Thinking On Her, But I Didn't Go Back.

I Alone, As The Sharer Of Their Way Of Life, Presented A Replica Of Childhood.

I See No Greatness In My Self...i'm A Simple-minded, Child-like, Insipid Sort Of Moronic And Kind Of Akward Feeling Adolescent.

The Time Has Come, Everybody Lie Down So You Won't Get Hurt When The Sun Bursts.