I Feel Like I’m Eighty Years Old.

I Love You Still, Against My Will.

Here I Am And There Is My Body Dancing On Glass In Accident Time Where There Are No Accidents You Have No Choice The Choice Comes After

There Is An Objective Reality In Which My Body And Mind Are One. But I Am Not Here And Never Have Been.

No Boy Is Worth Crying Over, And The One Who Is Won't Make You Cry.

The Chicken's Still Dancing The Chicken Won't Stop