Is There No Way Out Of The

I Inhabit The Wax Image Of Myself, A Doll's Body. Sickness Begins Here; I Am A Dartboard For Witches.

If I Rest, If I Think Inward, I Go Mad.

Perhaps, Perhaps This Would Be The One To Pull Me Out Of My Plunge.

If I Didn't Think, I'd Be Much Happier; If I Didn't Have Any Sex Organs, I Wouldn't Waver On The Brink Of Nervous Emotion And Tears All The Time.

I Want To Live And Feel All The Shades, Tones And Variations Of Mental And Physical Experience Possible In Life.