Is There No Way Out Of The

I Have The One Person I Could Ever Love In This World. Now I Must Work To Be A Person Worthy Of That.

I've Eaten A Bag Of Green Apples. Boarded The Train, There's No Getting Off

All I Want Is Blackness. Blackness And Silence.

Opinions Are Like Orgasms...mine Matters Most And I Really Don't Care If You Have One.

It Is As If My Life Were Magically Run By Two Electric Currents: Joyous Positive And Despairing Negative--which Ever Is Running At The Moment Dominates My Life, Floods It.