Is There No Way Out Of The

Good To Know That If I Ever Need Attention All I Have To Do Is Die.

God, Is This All It Is, The Ricocheting Down The Corridor Of Laughter And Tears? Of Self-worship And Self-loathing? Of Glory And Disgust?

People Or Stars Regard Me Sadly, I Disappoint Them.

I Wondered What I Thought I Was Burying.

Aloneness And Selfness Are Too Important To Betray For Company.