Death Is My Lover And He Wants

Your Hair Is An Act Of God.

I Don’t Have Music, Christ I Wish I Had Music But All I Have Is Words.

Here I Am And There Is My Body Dancing On Glass In Accident Time Where There Are No Accidents You Have No Choice The Choice Comes After

Once You Have Perceived That Life Is Very Cruel, The Only Response Is To Live With As Much Humanity, Humour And Freedom As You Can.

Have You Made Any Plans? Take An Overdose, Slash My Wrists Then Hang Myself. All Those Things Together? It Couldn't Possibly Be Misconstrued As A Cry For Help.