There Are Many Ways To Drown, Only

Memoir Is Actually The Most Egoless Genre, Even Though It Might Seem Ostensibly So Much Ego-driven. In Order For It To Succeed, You Have To Dissolve The Self Into These Larger Universal Truths, And Explore These Deeper Mysteries. If It’s Purely Autobiographical And Ego-driven, It’s Going To Fail.

Some Part Of Me Knew He Would Show Up, That If I Stood In One Place Long Enough He Would Find Me, Like You're Taught To Do When You're Lost. But They Never Taught Us What To Do If Both Of You Are Lost, And You Both End Up In The Same Place, Waiting.

Everything We Do, I'd Imagine, Influences Everything We Will Do.

Inside Us, A Flower Taken Whole, A Field Built Inside.

I Offer Emily Half Of My Hit Of Acid- Love Saves The Day. It's My Second Or Third Time Tripping, Emily's First, And She's Understandably Trepid. Awake All Night, At One Point I Find Her Touching Her Reflection In A Cruelly Lit Dorm Bathroom, Asking If She'll Ever Be The Same. I Kiss Her Then For The First Time And Whisper, No.