Only I Wasn't Steering Anything, Not Even

Not Being Perfect Hurts.

Perhaps, Perhaps This Would Be The One To Pull Me Out Of My Plunge.

Ash, Ash —- You Poke And Stir. Flesh, Bone, There Is Nothing There—— A Cake Of Soap, A Wedding Ring, A Gold Filling. Herr God, Herr Lucifer Beware Beware. Out Of The Ash I Rise With My Red Hair And I Eat Men Like Air.

I Like People Too Much Or Not At All.

I Don’t Care About Anyone, And The Feeling Is Quite Obviously Mutual.