The Hardest Thing, I Think, Is To

When You Are Insane, You Are Busy Being Insane-all The Time ... When I Was Crazy, That Was All I Was.

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

I Am Dead To Them, Even Though I Once Flowered.

Not Being Perfect Hurts.

Look At That Ugly Dead Mask Here And Do Not Forget It. It Is A Chalk Mask With Dead Dry Poison Behind It, Like The Death Angel. It Is What I Was This Fall, And What I Never Want To Be Again. The Pouting Disconsolate Mouth, The Flat, Bored, Numb, Expressionless Eyes: Symptoms Of The Foul Decay Within.