I Could Stay Living In This City

Yes. Yes I Am. I Am A Completely Demented Misogynist.

Is Evil Something You Are? Or Is It Something You Do?

The Smiths Are Singing And Someone Says "turn That Gay Angst Music Off.

A Curtain Of Stars, Miles Of Them, Are Scattered, Glowing, Across The Sky And Their Multitude Humbles Me, Which I Have A Hard Time Tolerating. She Shrugs And Nods After I Say Something About Forms Of Anxiety. It's As If Her Mind Is Having A Hard Time Communicating With Her Mouth, As If She Is Searching For A Rational Analysis Of Who I Am, Which Is, Of Course, An Impossibility: There... Is... No... Key.

I Think We've All Lost Some Kind Of Feeling.