The Box Is Only Temporary.

I Wish You’d Find The Exit Out Of My Head.

So Learn About Life. Cut Yourself A Big Slice With The Silver Server, A Big Slice Of Pie. Open Your Eyes. Let Life Happen.

I Thought The Most Beautiful Thing In The World Must Be Shadow, The Million Moving Shapes And Cul-de-sacs Of Shadow. There Was Shadow In Bureau Drawers And Closets And Suitcases, And Shadow Under Houses And Trees And Stones, And Shadow At The Back Of People's Eyes And Smiles, And Shadow, Miles And Miles And Miles Of It, On The Night Side Of The Earth.

I Must Get My Soul Back From You; I Am Killing My Flesh Without It.

What Is My Life For And What Am I Going To Do With It? I Don't Know And I'm Afraid.