People In Love Often Become Edgy, Dangerous.

Some People Like What You Do, Some People Hate What You Do, But Most People Simply Don't Give A Damn.

The Pest, In A Sense, Is A Very Superior Being To Us: He Knows Where To Find Us And How--usually In The Bath Or In Sexual Intercourse Or Asleep.

My Flesh Looked Like It Wasn't Trying. It Looked Like It Hated Being Part Of Me.

The Sea Is Made Of Blood

I'll Use The Knives For Spreading Jam, And The Gas To Warm My Greying Love.