Nicotine And Alcohol Embraced In My System

Bliss Defies Description, Obviously, Since It Annihilates You, Since You're Not There To Experience It. You Get The Lead-up And The Come-down, Never The Zenith.

Poets Suffer Occasional Delusions Of Angelhood And Find Themselves Condemned To Express It In The Bric-a-brac Tongues Of The Human World. Lots Of Them Go Mad.

Words Betrayed Her: Beautiful Butterflies In Her Mind; Dead Moths When She Opened Her Mouth For Their Release Into The World.

One Day The Ordinariness Will Be Terminally Punctuated By The Extraordinary Full Stop Of Death.

That's The Problem With Being Alive ... You've Got To Keep Thinking Of What To Do.