Well, One Gets Out Of Bed And

Everyone In Me Is A Bird I Am Beating All My Wings

I Am Stuffing Your Mouth With Your Promises And Watching You Vomit Them Out Upon My Face.

Now I Am Going Back And I Have Ripped My Hand From Your Hand As I Said I Would And I Have Made It This Far.

Oh Thumb, I Want A Drink It Is Dark, Where Are The Big People, When Will I Get There...?

At Six I Lived In A Graveyard Full Of Dolls, Avoiding Myself, My Body, The Suspect In Its Grotesque House.