I Am An Emotional Plagiarist, Stealing Other

I Don’t Have Music, Christ I Wish I Had Music But All I Have Is Words.

Once You Have Perceived That Life Is Very Cruel, The Only Response Is To Live With As Much Humanity, Humour And Freedom As You Can.

Have You Made Any Plans? Take An Overdose, Slash My Wrists Then Hang Myself. All Those Things Together? It Couldn't Possibly Be Misconstrued As A Cry For Help.

If You Died It Would Be Like My Bones Had Been Removed. No One Would Know Why, But I Would Collapse.

What I Sometimes Mistake For Ecstasy Is Simply The Absence Of Grief.