I Think It Will Be A Miracle

Oh Sharp Diamond, My Mother! I Could Not Count The Cost Of All Your Faces, Your Moods That Present That I Lost. Sweet Girl, My Deathbed, My Jewel-fingered Lady...

[i] Have Fantasies Of Killing Myself And Thus Being The Powerful One Not The Powerless One.

I Burn The Way Money Burns.

Today God Gives Milk / And I Have The Pail.

I'm An Empress. I Wear An Apron. My Typewriter Writes. It Didn't Break The Way It Warned. Even Crazy, I'm As Nice As A Chocolate Bar.