It's A Beautiful Sight To See Good

Oh, Wise Young Judge.

My Hand Is Very Tired But I Want To Go On Writing. I Keep Resting And Thinking. All Day I Have Been Two People - The Me Imprisoned In Yesterday And The Me Out Here On The Mound; And Now There Is A Third Me Trying To Get In - The Me In What Is Going To Happen Next.

Death Is Too Much To Ask Of The Living.

I Was Wandering Around As Usual, In My Unpleasantly Populated Sub-conscious.

I Wanted So Terribly To Be Good To Him.