Alone, I Am Drunk On My Thoughts;

Fear Of My Cruel Impulses Makes Me Kind.

Self-analysis Always Cheats.

Faith Of The Bore: Everything Is Worth Saying.

I Criticize Myself Ruthlessly, But Never Mention The Faults Of Which I Am Truly Ashamed.

Electricity, Water, Gas, And Steam Course Through The Walls Of My Building, Keeping It Alive.