All I Want Is Blackness. Blackness And

If Neurotic Is Wanting Two Mutually Exclusive Things At One And The Same Time, Then I'm Neurotic As Hell.

I Feel Self-repressed Again. The Old Fall Disease. Where Is My Willpower? The Idea Of A Life Gets In The Way Of My Life...i Dream Too Much, Work Too Little.

I Shut My Eyes And All The World Drops Dead; I Lift My Eyes And All Is Born Again.

Beached Under The Spumy Blooms, We Lie Sea-sick And Fever-dry.

Sometimes I Feel So Stupid And Dull And Uncreative That I Am Amazed When People Tell Me Differently.