Once I Was A Couple. I Was

I'm An Empress. I Wear An Apron. My Typewriter Writes. It Didn't Break The Way It Warned. Even Crazy, I'm As Nice As A Chocolate Bar.

To Die Whole, Riddled With Nothing But Desire For It, Is Like Breakfast After Love.

[i] Have Fantasies Of Killing Myself And Thus Being The Powerful One Not The Powerless One.

What's Missing Is The Eyeballs In Each Of Us, But It Doesn't Matter Because You've Got The Bucks, The Bucks, The Bucks.

Love Your Self's Self Where It Lives.