I Love My Rejection Slips. They Show

I Knew You'd Decide To Be All Right Again.

The Man Creates A Pseudonym And Hides Behind It Like A Worm

I Wonder Why I Don't Go To Bed And Go To Sleep. But Then It Would Be Tomorrow, So I Decide That No Matter How Tired, No Matter How Incoherent I Am, I Can Skip On Hour More Of Sleep And Live.

Very Depressed Today. Unable To Write A Thing. Menacing Gods. I Feel Outcast On A Cold Star, Unable To Feel Anything But An Awful Helpless Numbness.

I Laid My Face To The Smooth Face Of The Marble And Howled My Loss Into The Cold Salt Rain.