The Body Is Amazingly Stubborn When It

I Hadn't, At The Last Moment, Felt Like Washing Off The Two Diagonal Lines Of Dried Blood That Marked My Cheeks. They Seemed Touching, And Rather Spectacular, And I Thought I Would Carry Them Around With Me, Like The Relic Of A Dead Lover, Till They Wore Off Of Their Own Accord.

All I Want Is Blackness. Blackness And Silence.

When They Asked Me What I Wanted To Be I Said I Didn't Know.

Good To Know That If I Ever Need Attention All I Have To Do Is Die.

I Ride Earth's Burning Carousel. Day In, Day Out.