I Don't Even Know If I Exist

I Could Only Tolerate An Afternoon If I Took A Triple Amount Of The Stated Dose Of Valium Prescribed By My Gp (who Would Soon Take His Own Life).

I Wear Black On The Outside 'cause Black Is How I Feel On The Inside.

When I'm Lying In My Bed, I Think About Life And I Think About Death. And Neither One Particularly Appeals To Me.

It's Always Nice To Receive A Compliment.

Now I Know How Joan Of Arc Felt, As The Flames Rose To Her Roman Nose And Her Walkman Started To Melt...