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I Don’t Know How You Look At The Inside Of Your Head — What Metaphor You Choose — But For Those Of Us With Endless Yawning Stretches Of Interior And Nothing But Nothing To Stop Us From Getting Lost In It, Drugs Can Be Wonderfully Helpful.

I Can Remember Every Outfit I Wore To Every Party Going Back To 1983.

People Die All Around Us All The Time. Drop Like Flies. Overdose. Aids. Sometimes They Kill Themselves. People Come. They Go. Dying Is The Same As Rehab Or Moving Back To Missouri. It Just Means I Won't Be Seeing Them Again

Funny, That No Matter Where You Are In The World, There's Always Someone Eager To Help You Destroy Yourself.

If Letters Had Eyebrows, These Would Be Arched.