If I Didn’t Think, I’d Be Much

What Is My Life For And What Am I Going To Do With It? I Don't Know And I'm Afraid.

The Woman Is Perfected. Her Dead Body Wears The Smile Of Accomplishment.

I Ride Earth's Burning Carousel. Day In, Day Out.

She Looks Like A Woman Who Has Found It Ridiculous To Commit Herself To A Single Emotional Stance In Anything, But Must Always Ride High Heavy Irony.

I Am Terrified By This Dark Thing That Sleeps In Me; All Day I Feel Its Soft, Feathery Turnings, Its Malignity.