What Did My Arms Do Before They

A Ring Of Gold With The Sun In It? Lies. Lies And A Grief.

The Abstract Kills, The Concrete Saves.

She Looks Like A Woman Who Has Found It Ridiculous To Commit Herself To A Single Emotional Stance In Anything, But Must Always Ride High Heavy Irony.

I Felt Like A Racehorse In A World Without Racetracks.

I Buried My Head Under The Darkness Of The Pillow And Pretended It Was Night. I Couldn't See The Point Of Getting Up. I Had Nothing To Look Forward To.