Tomorrow Is Another Day Toward Death.

Kiss Me And You Will See How Important I Am.

And There's The Fallacy Of Existence: The Idea That One Could Be Happy Forever And Age With A Given Situation Or Series Of Accomplishments.

I Never Feel So Much Myself As When I'm In A Hot Bath.

Every Day Is Precious And I Feel Infinitely Sad At This Time Melting Away From Me.

I've Got To Have Something. I Want To Stop It All, The Whole Monumental Grotesque Joke, Before It's Too Late. But Writing Poems And Letters Doesn't Seem To Do Much Good.