Not Easy To State The Change You

Love, Love, I Have Hung Our Cave With Roses.

I Talk To God But The Sky Is Empty.

I Didn't Know What I Was Doing In New York.

What Is My Life For And What Am I Going To Do With It? I Don't Know And I'm Afraid.

I Shall Never Get Out Of This! There Are Two Of Me Now: This New Absolutely White Person And The Old Yellow One, And The White Person Is Certainly The Superior One. She Doesn't Need Food, She Is One Of The Real Saints. At The Beginning I Hated Her, She Had No Personality- She Lay In Bed With Me Like A Dead Body And I Was Scared, Because She Was Shaped Just The Way I Was Only Much Whiter And Unbreakable And With No Complaints. I Couldn't Sleep For A Week She Was So Cold.