Now, In My Middle Age, About Nineteen

Be Careful Of Words, / ... They Can Be Both Daisies And Bruises.

Yes I Try To Kill Myself In Small Amounts, An Innocuous Occupation. Actually I'm Hung Up On It.

[i] Have Fantasies Of Killing Myself And Thus Being The Powerful One Not The Powerless One.

No One To Hate Except The Slim Fish Of Memory That Slides In And Out Of My Brain.

I Imitatea Memory Of Beliefthat I Do Not Own.