It's All Up To You, Girls. You

It Was Only When We Were In That Bed, High Above The World - Then I Thought The Birds Could Have Been Circling Around Our Bodies Circled Around Each Other - That We Made Our World Totally Separated From Everything Else. It Was The Only Way We Could Be Together.

Death Is Another Bar Which Lies Several Steps Below The Normal World. I'm At Its Threshold, But Not Yet In It. Its Doorway Is Doorless.

I Might Be Writing What People Expect Me To Write, Writing From That Place Where I Might Be Ruled By Economic Considerations. To Overcome That, I Started Working With My Dreams, Because Im Not So Censored When I Use Dream Material.

Everytime You Read, You Are Walking Among The Dead, And, If You Are Listening, You Just Might Hear Prophecies.

Whereas The Slums In Hamburg Are The Slums Of Its Sailors, Berlin Is A Big Slum.