Next Week, Or Next Month, Or Next

One Realized All Sorts Of Things. The Value Of An Illusion, For Instance, And That The Shadow Can Be More Important Than The Substance. All Sorts Of Things.

I've Been So Ridiculous All My Life That A Little Bit More Or A Little Bit Less Hardly Matters Now.

I Am The Only Real Truth I Know.

Even The One Moment That You Thought Was Your Eternity Fades Out And Is Forgotten And Dies.

I Found When I Was A Child That If I Put The Hurt Into Words, It Would Go.