How Many Different Deaths I Can Die?

I, Love, I Am The Pure Acetylene Virgin Attended By Roses.

Tonight I Am Ugly. I Have Lost All Faith In My Ability To Attract Males, And In The Female Animal That Is A Rather Pathetic Malady . . . I Don't Care About Anyone, And The Feeling Is Quite Obviously Mutual. What Is It That Makes One Attract Others?

I Took A Deep Breath And Listened To The Old Bray Of My Heart. I Am. I Am. I Am.

I Think I May Well Be A Jew.

Doing All The Little Tricky Things It Takes To Grow Up, Step By Step, Into An Anxious And Unsettling World.