You Can Make Mean Anything.

I Can Manage My Own Pain. I Can Drink. I Can Go To The Doctor And Get A Prescription. I Can Exercise. I Can Write A Story About It. I've Done It A Million Times! But I Don't Want To See The People I Love Tortured And Suffering.

For This Moment, Nothing Matters. Look Up Into The Stars And You're Gone.

You're A Product Just As Much. A Product Of A Product. The People Who Design Cars, They're Products, Your Teachers, Products. The Minister In Your Church, Another Product.

This Is How It Is With Insomnia. Everything Is So Far Away, A Copy Of A Copy Of A Copy. The Insomnia Distance Of Everything, You Can't Touch Anything And Nothing Can Touch You.

Without Animals, There Would Be No Humanity. In A World Of Just People, People Will Mean Nothing . . .