Self-hatred Is Sometimes Appropriate.

Fear Of My Cruel Impulses Makes Me Kind.

I Reject All Evidence That My Fabulous Beloved Is An Ordinary Person Who Worries, Watches Tv, And Has Bouts Of Indigestion.

Every Path To A New Understanding Begins In Confusion.

Wit Puts Politicians At Risk.

My Neglected Duties Crowd Around Me In My Dreams, Murmuring.