Life Is Not Like Gloomy Sunday, With

Your Stockings Prove Your Virtues. Be Certain They Are Clean And Free Of Tears.

Ea: Is It The Smoke That Smells Like Vanilla? Audience: Yeah. Ea: Yeah, They Do That To Mask The Chemicals That Are Actually Killing You.

Simply Put, If You Are A Wayward Victorian Girl, I'll Find You.

And, What's More, This 'precious' Body, The Very Same That Is Hooted And Honked At, Demeaned Both In Daily Life As Well As In Ever Existing Form Of Media, Harrassed, Molested, Raped, And, If All That Wasn't Enough, Is Forever Poked And Prodded And Weighed And Constantly Wrong For Eating Too Much, Eating Too Little, A Million Details Which All Point To The Solitary Girl, To Every Solitary Girl, And Say: Destroy Yourself.

There Is No Suggestion Box In The Psych Ward.