I Am The Beast At The End

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

Here I Am And There Is My Body Dancing On Glass.

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.

I Am An Emotional Plagiarist, Stealing Other People's Pain, Subsuming It Into My Own Until I Can't Remember Whose It Is Any More.

Your Hair Is An Act Of God.