The Claw Of The Magnolia, Drunk On

And I Identify Too Closely With My Reading, With My Writing.

A Million Years Of Evolution, Eric Said Bitterly, And What Are We? Animals.

Let Me Not Be Weak And Tell Others How Bleeding I Am Internally; How Day By Day It Drips, And Gathers, And Congeals.

Tomorrow Is Another Day Toward Death.

Happy! That Is Indefinable As Far As States Of Being Go.