I Was Born To Hustle Roses Down

Being Alone Never Felt Right. Sometimes It Felt Good, But It Never Felt Right.

Why Do You Insist Upon Destroying Yourself?

I Am Aware That A Computer Can’t Create A Poem, But Neither Can A Typewriter.

People Just Weren't Interesting. Maybe They Weren't Supposed To Be. But Animals, Birds, Even Insects Were. I Couldn't Understand It.

There Was Something About That City, Though It Didn't Let Me Feel Guilty That I Had No Feeling For The Things So Many Others Needed. It Let Me Alone.